Is it normal to live in a fantasy world?
Whenever I'm alone, ever since I was a little girl, I'll engage in a fantasy world that I've spent years constructing. I'm twenty-one, by the way. And by "fantasy," I don't mean mages/dragons/elves kind of fantasy, I mean fantasy as in "not reality." It's pretty akin to reality with a few minor differences: I have friends, the greatest friends anyone could possibly ask for, and it's so easy for me to talk to people. I don't stutter and make a fool of myself like I do in real life and people actually respect me. They don't target me due to my inferiority to them. In fact, in this fantasy world, I'm not inferior. I'm beautiful and successful and important and I have the perfect significant other who loves me truly despite my numerous flaws.
I speak out loud to these imaginary people as if they were there, but again, I only do this when I'm by myself because I'm aware these characters are not real and I'm aware people would think I'm a lunatic if I did it in public or the presence of others.
I do this because reality just doesn't satisfy me. It's boring. It's depressing. I know I'm never going to be the person I imagine myself to be in private. I'm ugly, pathetic, worthless, and real people honestly make me too nervous to want to get to know them. I have a handful of real friends, but I prefer the company of my nonexistent companions because I know they aren't going to judge me or hurt me or abandon me and these imaginary friends have much more compatible interests and personalities with me than my real friends do. I can show a side of myself that I can't show to real people because I'm not comfortable around them. I can be the real me.
Is this normal?