escapism

Sometimes I just want to take off and go somewhere far away where no one knew my name. If strangers asked I could tell them, "My name is Sven Chang. I'm from Sweden and my only goal in life is to save all the starving children in the world." I'd backpack from city to city ironing people's clothes for money to eat. Somewhere along the way I'd meet a lonely princess who was attracted to my hobo image and she'd treat me to a buffet in her castle and propose to me. I'd disappoint and tell her I have a hobo girlfriend back in North America waiting for me. She would sob gently but she would understand that love isn't always reciprocated. That she couldn't make me love her but she was happy just to experience that one moment of love she had for someone else. I would tell her, "You'll find someone much better than me one day. Just you wait and see!". She would reply, "You are such a noble hobo. I want to one day meet someone just like you. Take this royal crest and if one day that girl ever breaks your heart, promise me you'll come back and be my prince." I blush and thank her for her hospitality. I leave her castle and promptly sell the royal crest for enough money to feed me for another few weeks. After all, we all know love makes no promises. She'll probably meet someone who'd make her happier down the road anyways.

I'd venture for another several years before returning to North America. To find that my friends have forgotten me, my family has turned my room into a karaoke entertainment room, and my girlfriend had left North America searching for me. I'd resocialize myself to the ways of my country and wait patiently the return of my girlfriend. If the day came around when she did return and she still needed me in her life, we could share our wonderful experiences apart from each other. By that time maybe we'd be ready to accept our sad fate in this mundane society. Or maybe we wouldn't and we'd venture off again. Far away. This time together. Possibly forever.