Closing the Door on Reality
I often watch TV or a movie, read a book, etc. to escape from reality for awhile. I sometimes get so involved in them that I call them my "obssessions". I bury myself in these alternate realities, so much so that the characters become like real people to me. I feel their pain, cry when they do, smile with them, and feel great affection for them. They almost become like friends, friends whose lives I can follow but whom can never follow me back out into the real world. I immerse myself into their universe, closing the door on reality for awhile. It's nice.
For me these worlds are a safe haven. I know they aren't real but maybe that's part of it too; getting to explore possibilities that are impossibilities in reality. To explore the intricacies of the human heart and mind from the safety of my room.
Something I've realized just recently is that it's something I've spent a bit too much time doing this. Instead of living my own life, all I was "living" and breathing fiction. It's so much easier than dealing with all the emotions that dwell in my heart. But I have come to the realization that I do want to live my life, that I want to face my fears and work through my emotions. While I'm not going to give up my "escape" from reality, I do have to be careful not to let it take over my life again. Everything in moderation, as they say.