As an example:
Having grown up raised almost completely by the Tee Vee, it becomes easy to romanticize everything.
Momma said there'd be days like these?
Nah. Mom was a bit busy watching game shows.
Eventually, most romantic notions fall away and reality plays a much bigger part in your thinking.
But, at what point does one pull back and still maintain that ability to put on the blinders? At what point does one know that the abyss has been looked into for too long?
"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; It had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone."Sometimes they'll fail you, and sometimes you'll fail them. Make sure to keep score accurately; it makes the hard decisions a little easier...
-- Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House