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The purpose of the lesson: learn about fantasy as one of the causes of pessimism.
Keywords: fantasy, psychologist, unhappy love.

What is the problem?
Some people think that fantasy is always a positive quality and that its owners are real lucky ones. And others are sure: fantasy often gives rise to delusions and instills pessimism.

Which position do you prefer? First or second?
What about your parents? First or second?
What about your friends? First or second?
What about strangers? First or second?

Material for thought:

Human fantasy is limitless. And this, unfortunately, is not always good. One dialogue based on the same question in several forums at once.

Let's start without any prefaces - why are they needed in such and such a topic? Such a dialogue may well take place at this moment in different parts of the world in several psychologist's offices at once.

I really, really like one guy. We rarely see each other and only briefly. And he doesn't know about my feelings.
- It turns out that you never even talked?
- This is true.
"Then why do you like him?"
He is handsome, charming, smart, funny.
- Stop. From what did you conclude that he is charming, smart and funny, if you only see each other briefly?
- Don't know. I think so.
- That is, just because you like him, you made a conclusion about his internal qualities?
- No, but I see how he communicates with other girls. They laugh at his jokes, and his smile...
- Do you SEE how he communicates and make a conclusion about his mind?
- It turns out, yes.
- Interesting. And what do you think will happen if you are together?
- We will go to the cinema, eat ice cream, he will accompany me home.
- And if he doesn't like movies or ice cream and doesn't want to take you home?
- Let's think of something else.
- For example?
- Well I do not know…
- Right. Do not know. Because you don't know him. Not a drop. You like the picture, not the person. You like this guy like a sculpture, like a photograph of a superstar, like a thing. Do you want to guess? You have probably already thought of everything: how you will walk together, how you will kiss, how he will treat you, how you will look beautiful next to each other, and how happy you will be.
- Something like that.
- In other words, do you like not this guy, but what you came up with with his participation?
- It turns out that yes. And what to do?
- To begin with, stop inventing and just get to know each other! It may well turn out that you didn’t invent all this in vain and everything will happen just like that, but maybe not. Who knows.

Only one thing can be added to the conclusions from this dialogue: we are all dreamers, not only the heroine of this dialogue. We're always coming up with something: goals, activities, and problems! Much of what we consider our problems - we just came up with ourselves! Conflicts are invented. After all, one has only to try to understand the other and just smile at him, believe me, there will be NO conflict. Lack of work - we invent, there is no such thing that there is no work, there is only the absence of a salary for one's own violent activity. Money, by the way, was also invented. It’s not true that we are our ancestors, but they, too, are notions. Unhappy love is also notions. If you love, it means you are happy, it means that there is a person in the world who is not indifferent to you, and this in itself is wonderful. Love is the sun in us, our inspiration, and wishing that the beloved was near, period, is our invented selfish nymphomaniac desire. And if you do without notions? How will we see our life? And yourself?

Something like this: I have no job - great, I have a lot of free time; oh what have I done - it seems that life is becoming more interesting; the guy left me - great, there are so many interesting people in the world; I don’t have money - it’s cool, I’ll finally learn not to depend on them. And so on. Isn't it fun?

Tancho Ivansa
(adapted)

Here, and this is the guest room, make yourself comfortable! Feliciano smiled.

Today, since the morning, the house of Italy is restless. His dear friends, Ludwig and Kiku, came to visit him. And now Vargas has finished showing the rooms to his guests.

And it’s quite spacious here…” Germany remarked. - And even two beds.
- Well, that's why she's a guest. Italy explained.

Japan was looking around the bedroom and suddenly shuddered. Feliciano noticed this and asked:
- Is something wrong, Japan?
- I beg your pardon, but I just remembered that I forgot something important. I'll be back soon.

As soon as Kiku left, Italia ran to the beds, took off his shoes, and climbed onto one of them. Ludwig looked at him with some bewilderment.
- Italy? What are you doing?
- Germany, it's so soft here, I couldn't resist! - He stood on it for a couple of seconds and began to jump. Now Beilschmidt looked at him with unconcealed surprise.
- Are you serious? Japan will be back soon...
- You should try it! - Joyfully interrupted him Vargas. - Get on the other one!

Ludwig hesitated for a while, but, looking at the cheerful face of the Italian, could not stand it and, taking off his shoes, climbed onto the next bed. Tried to jump...

Honda calmly walked back into the room. Approaching her, he heard sounds similar to the squeaking of a bed. Cautiously approaching the covered door, the Japanese was about to enter, when suddenly...
“Ah, Ludwig, I… can’t take it anymore…”
- You yourself wanted it. I can see you like it.
- Yeah... I like... Phew.
- Put your feet up! So it will be more convenient.

Kiku couldn't believe his ears, but he was also afraid to enter the room. He didn't notice how he blushed. All these words and creaks completely confused him.
“It's not what I think. No. Not that…"

The Japanese went down to the living room to wait for his friends there.
After dinner, the trio decided to sit in the living room. Ludwig was reading a book, Feliciano sat next to him and watched TV. Honda was about to bring the sushi he had brought with him.

Ay! I got something in my eye.” Vargas blinked rapidly. - Germany, help me! Italy turned to face Beilschmidt. He sighed and leaned towards the boy.

At this time, Japan entered the living room and went to the sofa. When Kiku almost reached, an amusing picture appeared before his eyes: his allies kissed enthusiastically.

The guy's hands almost dropped the gift, but Honda was able to control himself and did not let this happen. The Japanese tried to convince himself that he was imagining it from fatigue.

While Kiku was thinking, everything returned to its place, the friends calmly went about their business. Having overcome himself, he nevertheless sat down next to them, not forgetting to offer a treat.

Late in the evening, Italy decided to take a shower. Feliciano was very glad that his friends came to visit him.

Walking to the bathroom, Vargas replayed the events of the day in his head. It seemed to him unusual behavior of Japan.

“Probably just worried about something” - with such thoughts the guy entered the room.

Singing a light, catchy tune, Italy slowly undressed and got into the shower.

When he finished with the water procedures, Feliciano reached out to the place where he thought the towel should be. Looking around, he didn't find it there.

Without thinking twice, the guy called Ludwig, slightly leaning out from behind the door. Hearing his hurried footsteps, Vargas ducked back. Half a minute later, Germany went to Feliciano.

At this time, Japan walked into the living room past the bathroom.
- Ah, why did you enter completely, Ludwig? I'm ashamed…
- Ashamed? You yourself asked me to do this.

When Kiku heard those words, various thoughts immediately popped up in his head. Frantically wondering what it could be, he quickly ran to the bedroom.

Dinner went smoothly. It turned out that Italy sat next to Germany, and Japan sat opposite them. He furtively glanced at his friends, in order to at least a little understand what was going on between them. The boys were behaving as usual, and Honda thought again that he was too imaginative.

After dinner, Kiku decided to go to his room and read something. Entering the room, Honda found that he had left the book he needed downstairs in the living room. The way there lay through the kitchen. Japan calmly descended the stairs.

Italia sat on his knees in front of the oven, about to clean the door. Ludwig waited for the kettle to boil. He sat at the table and read the newspaper.

The kettle had boiled by the time the cleaning was done. Feliciano straightened up and turned it off.

Germany, the kettle has boiled! he told the German.
- Yes, yes, now. He put down the newspaper and got up. But, before he could take a couple of steps, he stumbled over a chair and flew forward.

Vargas was about to catch Ludwig, but he couldn't and they fell to the floor.
- How did you manage to do it? Italy gently ran a hand through his hair. - How are you? Do you hear me? - There was no answer.

Japan has already reached the kitchen. He noticed that the door was open and the light was still on. Out of curiosity, Kiku carefully looked into the room, and saw the following. Italy was on the floor. He smiled and stroked the head of Germany lying on him.

In surprise, Honda even blinked a few times, trying to drive away the vision, but it didn’t work out. Having finally made sure what kind of relationship they had, the Japanese hurriedly went to the living room.

At breakfast, friends were again assembled. Japan still did not dare to ask Germany why he had a big bruise on his forehead. But still, he told them one thing.

Germany, Italy, weren't you ashamed to do this yesterday?
What are you talking about, Japan? What were we doing? Ludwig asked in surprise. In response, Kiku looked silently and reproachfully.
We didn't do anything, we just spent time together. - Calmly answered him Feliciano. - And also...
“I… I didn’t expect this from you!” Kiku interrupted him nervously. Without saying anything else, he quickly left the kitchen. Friends had no choice but to stare blankly after the Japanese.

Question to a psychologist

Hello. I am 20 years old, but I still go into the world of my fantasies. In the sense that I invent various worlds, characters, etc. in my head. I always go into my fairy tales, as soon as I am alone, or I start transfer it all to paper. Of course, a fictional world is better, but I don’t want to get away from the real one. Sometimes my wild imagination even bothers me. It seems to be nothing serious, but from time to time it seems to me that this is not normal, as if I still haven’t left from deep childhood. Friends and relatives do not notice this, and if anyone notices, then I say that I just thought. In general, I always live in some kind of fictional worlds. Could you tell me if this is normal? Or me is it worth pacifying your lush fantasy and putting things in order in your head?

Psychologists Answers

Alice, good morning!

You have a fantastic name - "Alice in Wonderland"

The fact that you have a rich imagination is wonderful. so that this does not bother you, you should learn to use this state for your own good! For example, when you are upset or upset about something, find support not only from loved ones, but also in your fantasy world! Take an example from your fictional characters - "How to achieve goals", how to respond to ..." or something else. That is, when you will have a conversation with yourself through them!

Alice, realize yourself in the real world, enjoy the present, and purposefully return to your fantasies as needed!

Have a wonderful day!

Pershukova Yulia Ivanovna, psychologist Syktyvkar

Alice, in fantasy "leave" when something does not suit you in real life.

It is advisable to realize this and try to change ...
To do this, it is advisable to turn to yourself - to your feelings, thoughts and, most importantly, desires, to figure out - what you want for yourself - for your body, appearance, health, for your activities, career, finances, for your contacts - with yourself and others, for relationships with the opposite sex, for communication with your family, friends and relatives, for your plans, goals, meanings, faith, etc.

There will be difficulties, please contact me, I work on Skype and in the format of online correspondence.
And I can help you on an individual basis.

With uv. Kiselevskaya Svetlana, psychologist, master (Dnepropetrovsk).

Hello Alice. In positive psychotherapy, fantasies are one way of experiencing a problem situation. In fact, there are 4 main ways, in addition to fantasy, there are also activities (professional, educational, etc.), contacts (communication) and the body (psychosomatics. For each person, in difficult moments, these methods can be equivalent, but for some reasons one can take root (for example, flight into illness), then the rest begin to degrade.Flight in fantasy is opposed by action, and if you feel that you are beginning to be taken away from the real world, start acting.

There is a lot of good in fantasies, because they can move us into the future.

Sincerely, Grandilevskaya Anna Borisovna, psychologist St. Petersburg

Little kids are incredibly amazing. Every kid is the owner of endless imagination. They are able to build a spaceship out of stools and boxes, and sometimes compose "musical masterpieces" and perform them on a broom-guitar. And every little child has imaginary friends: heroes from their favorite cartoon, some kind of animal or a mysterious acquaintance who lives in the closet.

Adults have long forgotten that when they themselves were small, they were also friends with mysterious creatures. But, sometimes there are cases that just do not fit in the head. We continue the topic.

Terrible life story. Eyewitness Alexander says

This terrible story happened in 2007. I lived with my five-year-old daughter Anechka and with a labrador named Baron. One day the Baron disappeared. We were looking for a dog throughout the entrance, in the area they put up ads. But they never found it.

Six months have passed, I have long forgotten about the Baron. It was a typical November evening. When Anechka went to bed, she told me the following: “Mom, do you know that the Baron was killed! And now he lies in the ground. My uncle told me this." I started asking the child what kind of uncle it was and when she talked to him, thinking about maniacs and pedophiles. And she answers me: “And I talk to him every night, he comes from the wall.”

I was so scared that I couldn’t stay at home, I packed some things and went to spend the night with my best friend Lenka, since she lives alone. We put Anya to bed, and settled ourselves in the kitchen. They began to decide what to do, take the girl to a psychiatrist or light up the apartment. And suddenly from the room we heard a quiet whisper. We quietly crept up to the door and hear the baby talking to someone, however, we could not make out the words. We abruptly opened the door, and Anya immediately dived under the covers, saying: “You scared him. Uncle is gone."

The next day, I went with my daughter to a psychologist, who said that nothing terrible had happened, they say, all these are childhood fantasies. Luckily, this has never happened to my daughter. However, I remember those times with horror.