Said the gypsy to the girl with no face, "Ooh girl, you're nothing but a walking disaster."

Tell me something I don't know.

Your imagination- I'm willing to bet money you love it. You love to close your eyes and pretend and imagine and wish and wonder and let it take you away, don't you? I bet your imagine is your refuge: during boring lectures, when you're dozing off at night, when you're planning your wedding to that person you've never even talked to. Yeah. You love your imagination and wouldn't get rid of it for anything, would you?

Well let me tell you something: I would.

Contrary to popular belief, imaginations aren't all chocolate and rose petals. I blame mine for dreams, for my worry, for my exhausting tendency to over-think, over-analyze, and over-look things in my life. Imaginations are the source of difference. They remind us of things we wish we had and worry the hell out of us about things that terrify us. Anything you can think of comes straight from that wonderful fucking imagination of yours and you've never thought twice about the downside of your imagination. 

Don't tell me I can use my imagination to see things in a positive or negative light. 

Don't tell me I'm being irrational and pessimistic.

Don't tell me anything.

Just take it for what it is and imagine a life without imagination, no matter how uninviting and boring you might think it is.