At what point does thinking about someone become harmful to your sense of self, particularly when it's someone you don't know well... or arguably at all? At what point does thinking of possibilities and the future become detrimental and not actually ambitious or hopeful? At what point does standard behavior become unnatural or obsessive? Everyone loves to imagine and pursue or wish for something or someone, but does this stop us from working on and enjoying what is in front of us? Or does it help us keep going when there nothing in front of us at all?