You guys know I’m a big fan of positive thinking. I’m a dreamer. When it comes to visualizing a great future, it’s easy for me. This writer brain means I have a good imagination. Sometimes this leads to a great Vision Board and faith in myself. And other times…this leads to slightly delusional thoughts.
I used to feel weird about this. But the more I talked to other girls my age, I realized…I’m soooooo not the only one. I don’t know what it is, but apparently, estrogen just makes your mind race with possibilities. And this is great when it comes to things like visualizing your perfect job. When I get around my girlfriends, we can imagine our whole lives ahead of us and those lives are awesome. But then we also enable each other’s moments of total delusion.
My friend Lauren and I did it so much we finally just came up with an acronym — DIK.
DIK: “Delusional, I know.”
It’s those things that totally could happen…and you can’t help but thinking them…but you also can’t help but feeling ridiculous when you take a step back and realize what you’re saying.
For example, “Well, I really hope I get that new job because then I’ll be able to quit this job and ask out my work crush whom I’ve been in love with for six months. And because we won’t be working together anymore, he can finally father my children. (DIK.)”
Oh, and I should mention that the delusional part pretty much always applies to dating.
But it’s not about being clueless or ridiculous. It’s not like I’m a romantic comedy girl and my delusional moments are, “…and then I’m going to find a perfect guy and we’re going to ‘meet cute’ and live happily ever after!” And it’s also not being in denial and thinking that your booty call is one day going to want to wife you. It’s more like..we like/love a guy…and our minds immediately just go ten steps ahead to how things could be and how we could get there…even if it’s a little crazy!
Like I said, I used to feel weird, but now I’m to the point when I’m talking to a new girl friend, I don’t feel ashamed. I just assume that she’s slightly delusional too. So I just tell her about “DIK” and there’s an immediate bond. We let our dreams and delusions run wild. And we never judge each other. (DJM — “don’t judge me” — is another favorite acronym of mine. I guess these sort of go hand in hand.)
And I’m telling you now, because we’re friends. I’m slightly delusional. And you are too. But as long as you throw “DIK” on there, you’re acknowledging that yeah…I got yo crazy. And because I know it, it’s totally OK.
It’s when people don’t say “DIK” that I start to worry.