I have no idea what the real world is. Yes, we all have to deal with jobs and traffic and taxes and such, but I don’t know if that is really what the real world is about.
And honestly? If it is, that’s a pretty sad thing in my opinion. The magic of books and vacations and fantasizing make the tedium livable.
Also, am I the real me in the real world? Absolutely, sometimes. When I am with people who I trust and who really know me, I am totally real.
But for the rest of the people who are minor players in my life, I don’t think they know the real me. And that’s OK. We all compartmentalize pieces of ourselves and are careful with what we share with the world.
I started looking for quotes before I wrote this and found this one that I really liked.
The more real you get the more unreal the world gets.John Lennon
I guess that seems to sum it up a bit for me. The world is crazy and so out of control. I think my real world is the world where I feel most like myself. It may not always be completely connected to the “outside world,” but it is real and true. And that’s what I think we all want in our life. The outside must be dealt with, but our inside life is our reality.