“You do know it’s not real, don’t you?”
This seems to be the question I’ve been running into lately. Especially when discussing the wizarding world.
My question back to all the haters is: “Who are you to define my reality?”
Why do you get to decide what is real in my world and not me? I don’t try to tell you that your dreams are unreachable. I don’t try to tell you that your favorite things don’t exist. I would appreciate if the same courtesy was extended towards me.
I might be a bit off in the head but, like Holly Golightly, I am a real phony. I honestly and truly believe in what I believe in regardless of its associations to the “real world”.
Please, just leave my world alone. I have it where I want it and don’t need you taking it over with your lack of imagination.