Yeah, I'm that delusional.

My good friend T, better known in the blogesphere as Sandwich Lady, lives in a world not unlike your own. The only crucial difference between the Lady's world and that of flesh and blood is the square shaped screen separating their realities. Yes T's world has gone from the very real to the very fictional. She has adapted to referring to sitcom character's as friends and prime time hunks as lovers. Now at first I was worried by her lapse from reality but now after spending several rainy (or not so rainy) afternoons in front of these lovable faces I have grown to know the appeal of the fictional friend. Be it their ability to make you laugh or their heartwarming tales that bring tears to your eyes, the fictional world is hardly ever disappointing. A trait that is particularly appealing to me. In the real world you are constantly at risk of getting hurt. People you care about can let you down, friendships grow apart, love goes unrequited. But in the wonderful world of fiction your only worry comes from the potential lack of munchies.