This is probably gonna get kind of lengthy, but if you don't mind, or if you're sometimes just confused about where I'm coming from sometimes, I'd like you to read this.

There is a certain redeeming quality to falling ill with these small illnesses, such as a cold, a minor flu, etc. You see, I was blessed to be stricken with it, whatever it is, during the week, so I don't have to go to school, and it just... invokes those thoughts I get, which anyone who knows me well, knows about: dreamy, otherworldly thoughts that just come to me. Sometimes I find it hard to have a normal conversation when I hit these moods, because I'm not thinking about Earthly things. My mind isn't even here; it's somewhere else, where nobody else's mind is.

And it just makes me feel really happy and content; right now, I have no Earthly troubles in the slightest, except for how tired I am half the time. When I'm sick, I can't go outside, but I don't really want to either because it's still pretty cold and windy, so it works out well. I can really just relax, which is all I've ever really wanted. It's only temporary, but delightful while it lasts.

And the lack of trouble sends my imagination to other places; away from Earth. A world of tranquility, of natural beauty, where the sky is dark, and yet shines brighter than anything on the ground with its stars and various space objects of neon blues, greens, violets, etc. A world where the skies are vast and open. A world where I can just be away from all the useless troubles of this world, where I can just relax in the grass and have the sun (or stars) shine on me. A magical world, where everything has an ethereal quality to it that just makes it so peaceful and beautiful. Just a fantasy realm, where things are different than they are here.

And that's why sometimes it's hard for me to hold normal conversations; it's hard to put these thoughts into interesting words people could actually talk about, because most people's minds are in reality, meaning that they're thinking about reality, focused on reality, but I'm not; my mind is thinking about its own little world...

And it's not so bad here.