I’m a freak. I’m a weirdo.

Hey. My name is Sam.
Just lookin’ for some cool peeps to talk to ‘bout any damn thing.

shoot me a message on kik : meowsamxo

Recently, while at work, my maladaptive daydreaming has been both effecting me and scaring me. It started out simple, figuring out I do in fact have this “maladaptive daydreaming” behavior. I didn’t think anything of it. 

Who doesn’t fantasize about being famous or living another life?

…But at work. At work I’ve been “blankin’ out”. It started out as an accident. I’d slip out of reality for a few seconds while on register, but I did snap out of it. 

Last night is what scared me. I looked at my watch it was 8:30 PM, almost time to go home. I started folding shirts, making sure the racks were clean, suddenly I found myself drifting off. Thinkin’ about the the smell of suntan lotion; how incredible it is. People that smell like suntan lotion are perfect creatures.

I won’t go into details about my daydreams. After a moment in my world I started to cry, which snapped me back to reality. I quickly found myself placing a shirt on a table and wiping tears from my eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Walking back over to my register I again looked at my watch: 8:45 PM. All my items were back, glass was clean, trash was gone,and everything was well organized. What?

There’s no way I blacked out for that long.

…right?

I have never openly talked about this before…