Dont you just hate it, when you read a really good book, or see a brilliant film, or hear music that you really really like, and then when it ends, you hate it for ending because it means that you have to go back into the land of the mundane again? Maybe just me then. I hate it when that happens. I sometimes think i shouldn't go and see or hear things that i know i'll love because i always get this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach afterwards which says "Hey, you do know that's NEVER going to happen to you, right? You realise that even if it was real, YOU aren't a part of it? You know you're nothing special, however special you might feel when experiencing it?" It just cuts me up. If you still have a bemused look on your face, i'll put this in simpler terms. Imagine you have the most gigantic crush on the most popular guy/girl at school. Now imagine he/she's going out with your best friend. you have to watch them living their lives together, and it's such a beautiful thing to watch, but at the same time you have this huge ball of jealousy knotting itself up in your stomach. In that situation, at least i could console myself that there's still the minutest chance he would one day find me instead. You can't do that with a book. Or a film. Or music. No matter how much you love the story, you know you will never be able to live fiction. That's why it's fiction. I long to be living in a fantasy world. Talk about unrequited aspirations.