...all this time, it was my greatest defense mechanism. Stronger than laughter, more reliable than forgetting. Trying to be real and facing reality is really not what it's all cracked up to be. I don't like people in the real world; even if I were to meet Richard Armitage or Julian Rhind-Tutt in real life, it would be CRAP. I never thought of myself as an Anne Shirley type, but even though I am not as exuberant, and I have a sneaking suspicion she's more an ENFP, I realise what a life-saver it has been. All those crappy movie lines and songs and fake concerts I have been to allowed me to dress up and imagine myself away. Why on earth else would I invent a pseudonym such as Skye Jacques? It no longer has any sanity saving devices left in it but I refuse to give it up for my real name. But living in a fantasy world never let anyone earn a living (unless you act or write) - neither of which I see happening. I just see myself doing anything of any consequence here. Here, as in ...