Oh Vancity! Oh Reality!

Like a lot of people I have a constant itch to escape reality. My top 5 ways are (in order of most used):

1) Daydreaming
2) Alcohol
3) Ignoring responsibilities
4) Traveling/ moving
5) Sleeping

However, I am so very bored with reality that I find myself trying to escape for the majority of my days. I was talking to my friend yesterday about how I don't remember when I say things out loud, in my head, or even at all when I'm not looking people in the eye. For example:
This week I went out, made a bad visual judgement, slipped and hit my eyebrow on a railing. Now resulting in a puffy blue-greenish eyelid. Typical. However, I'm pretty sure I said to the people behind me "Omg, wow, I'm such a clutz!!!" but because I don't remember seeing their eyes at the time, I'm not sure if I actually said it out loud.

Point is, I escape from reality so often, aka 95% of the time, that sometimes I don't actually remember what is real. This is also besides the fact that I'm a Pisces (look it up).

Moving to Vancouver I find that I've become a little bit more dazed than usual. Yes, I've gone over it multiple times- I go to art school, therefore enhancing my delusional mind frame, yes, BC air is much... stronger. But, maybe, perhaps, it has to do with all of the listed above as a combination.

I am constantly daydreaming, to the point, seriously, that I distort my reality and relationships with people. Another example being the following:

I was interested in someone in Toronto. Coincidentally, there was someone in Vancouver who looked and acted the same way, who I saw often (not by choice). On the days where I wasn't too pleased with the person in Toronto, I kept daydreaming that the person in Vancouver was the same guy. So whenever I saw that person I would give them a cold shoulder. I kept lacking reality, that that guy was not the one I was pissed at.

Just like when I drink, which again, is often, I distort my reality. Okay, DUH when you drink and text, drink and call, drink and SOCIALIZE, shits guna get messy. Just as I may take things the wrong way.

My last and final delusion with not being tapped into reality also has to do with relationships. I daydream and give myself reasons why I should stay distant. Which concludes in my obsession with leaving. I cannot stay in one place, I like to be known as a nomad.

Example: From June - September of this year I changed area codes on my phone 3 times. It's not that big of a deal, because that's how things worked out, but I constantly need to be in a different area. Hence why from 2006-2009 I would travel 2 hours each way each weekend just to get away. Also why I've commuted back to Toronto from Vancouver more than most students would to their home outside of the area.

My reality changes each time I go somewhere else. For me, traveling, is detaching me from reality, which brings me back to where I started of keeping thing entertaining for me and my imagination.

But then when I actually grasp the essence of reality, and realize that everything that has gone thru my head has not been real, I forget what actually is. I've been so caught up in my own world that I don't ever know what day it is, or have a challenging time remembering what I've even been doing in the past weeks.

What has happened to my reality?