Realization… I romanticize things. We know this. I do it a lot in fact. It’s almost an unintentional effort because it’s often how I really see and feel things. It’s a far better way to view things than pure reality most times, and it certainly makes for better storytelling. Don’t you think? I don’t even know if I realized how much I do it until I realized how seldom I do it now. For the past few years it’s just sorta slipped away. Not entirely, but close. Now I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t experienced a thing in the past few years other than loss and jail, or if it’s part of this new me. I hope like hell it’s the former, because not only is it a far better way to be, it’s directly tied to my ability to tell a good story. Something worthy enough to provoke emotional responses from the listener/reader. If I’ve lost both things, I’m gonna be real disappointed. Shit, maybe it’s just depression and it’ll come back once I get over that. Idk. But it’s scary. I’m watching Titanic, cuz, duh… The way James Cameron presents this story – every single technique he applied – is fucking genius. Was the reality anywhere near this romantic? No. Can’t be. But wouldn’t you rather see it this way? Obviously, or it wouldn’t have made like a bazillion dollars.