Random Musings on the Perfect World of LAUra Christine Stewart

I slam my notebook onto the desk, grimacing.

First I was late to class  and marked tardy, then I realized that I had forgotten part of the homework and from there everything got even worse throughout the day. And it was all my fault. Bad days are easier to shrug off when you can blame them on someone else.

  People tell me that I’m a natural leader, but some days I don’t want to be. Like today. When everybody from the ends of the earth seems to come running toward me demanding, “Now what do I do?”, “What should I do with this?”, “Where am I supposed to go?”, “What do I say?” until I think I’m going to scream and the whole world is suddenly standing before me waiting to be told what to do, all I want to do run. So I do. Sometimes literally, but usually I run to my world.

 

   Technically you really can’t get there by running. You have to fly. Fly on the wings of your imagination.

  It’s a beautiful world, if I do say so myself, but it probably wouldn’t suit you, because we all have different ideas of the perfect world.

My world isn’t real. But it’s not like Narnia, where all the animals talk and stuff. To be honest there aren’t many animals there, and as for the ones that are, talking isn’t part of their magic. In my world animals aren’t as dirty and I never have to clean up their poop. That’s why I’m not as fond of animals in this world I guess.

That’s not all. Besides no poop, I also have no school, no messy bedroom, and no calories.  Calories are a major offense in my world. If you bring in any calories here, you better watch it ‘cause I will find you. It’s my world, remember? I know my way around it pretty well. At every turn there’s an adventure, a pretty song, and usually a problem of some sort. My world is by no means care-free. It’s perfect, not because it is free from trouble, but because it's full of my favorite brands of trouble. Sometimes there are people in it dying or suffering all over the place. Other days it's citizens are perfectly happy. But no matter what, happy or despairing, there is NO boredom in my world. At all.

  You can have traumatizing issues or a hopeless future. Your parents maybe abandoned you or you are madly in love with a psycho, but algebra homework is not allowed. I guess that’s because, quite honestly, some days I think I’d rather be madly in love with a psycho than have to face that algebra homework.

  In my world I can just fly away from it if I want to. Today planning a trip was all that got me through. I just kept thinking about that latest adventure to indulge in, that fantasy life to live. And then, because I know that in my world I can do anything, possible or impossible, I begin to believe that I can survive here too.