Curse of the Overactive imagination

I suffer from a chronic overactive imagination. Start talking about something and I'm already imagining it. This always helped when I made lego buildings and spaceships, but it isn't really that handy when your trying not to think about what your parents are doing in the next room (and I can imagine what yours are doing right now, saucy). Because of this, I've imagined most things most people would rip out their own eyes to gain relief from, and it's probably affected me a little.....

.....okay, so a lot, but it has it's benefits. It takes a lot to disgust me nowadays, I can figure out all of the possible scenarious with regards to any problem or decision I have to encounter, and I get hungry when watching big cat wildlife programmes and they're ripping a gazelle to shreds.

It also helps with making small talk and creating blog entries. If you ever see me out drinking and stairing into space I'm probably thinking about questions like "Why to penguins have wings?", or "Do cannibals chew on bits of themselves if they get peckish between meals?"

Of course there's more than the whole parent sex drawback (and not just the things your grandparents do after bingo). It can take me forever to make decisions because I'm focusing on the most negative results. I tend to live my life with the philosophy "If you expect the worst, then all of the good is a bonus."

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to imagine Mexico winning the world cup.