When does a fantasy become a dream which becomes a dream come true turning into reality?

Question time. Is it utterly ridiculous and sad that I have picked my wedding song? I mean picking a wedding song itself is not ridiculous and smart actually. You want that first dance to be memorable. And you want it to be enjoyable. And you want to be happy with it ten, twenty, fifty years later. So really it is smart. But the real question is is it utterly ridiculous and sad since there is no prospective groom? Getting to the finish line is the quest for life but if you have no idea where the race starts you can never get there, Right? I like to tell myself my goal for life is to marry rich so I can quit my job and live the life I have come accustomed to in my fantasies. But in reality I really just want someone to love and love me back and live a life with. Share a life with. Grow a life with. Be a life with. Being one is great but lonely mostly. To be comfortable with the one you are is a great goal in life. And I think the key to great happiness. There is not one to turn to at the end of the day. Not one to share the quiet of the moment. Not one to see you at your worst and just be. Not one to see you at your best and enjoy along with you. Family is there but sometimes there are words you do not want to share. Friends are there if you have any. Which is probably part of my problem of not having a prospective groom. Not having friends. If you spend your days locked in an office where your only contact with the outside world is through a telephone line or locked inside a house living with your parents and terror you sometimes have to call your dog where the highlight of your day is going to the grocery store it is understandable that you have no friends=no prospective groom=NO LIFE. Remedies to fix this problem are scary but abundant. I have created this cave I live in. I am to blame. But reversing what I have started is no easy feat. It did not take days it took years. I have always been the little scared bird staying close to mama bird. School was a way to get me away from the nest. I spent many a weekend without contact from anyone I knew from school but I was young and I still had my whole life in front of me. Cut to not advancing my education beyond a high school diploma, (which I never picked up and my mother is pissed about), add to that the fact that I did not have a drivers license at the time of graduation and I became a hermit. I told my parents I was only "taking some time" before going to college. The truth was life scared me. Petrified me. I was not comfortable away from home. I never had a dream of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I never had a dream of which college I wanted to attend. I did not know where to go. It was not a bad situation at home. I did not need college to get me away from it. I really needed college to get me away from me. Now almost eight years after high school and I am almost the same person I was then. I have never stretched my wings. Never even peaked over the side of the nest. I am always looking up. Not forward but up. I am now 25, still living with my parents, have a dog to think about and well... no life to look forward to. I do not know how to move forward. How do you change the person you have ALWAYS been? Life is hard. Everyone has bad things happen to them, good things happen to them. Everyone makes the life they live but... How do they do it? So far everything has pretty much just been handed to me. Not to say I am privileged. I am no where near. But events occurred around me that have propelled me to move. I did not necessarily choose them. I would say they chose me. For the most part they have been good. Some have turned bad. When do I stop letting things happen and make things happen? I kind of feel I keep going it to will "just happen". But to live like that is not smart. Productive. Or healthy. I met someone recently who told me they came to the conclusion within 30 minutes of our acquaintance that it was just going to happen. I would meet someone and know. Just like that. But how does she know? And what is it about me that will attract that person because where I am sitting I do not see much. And if I am not happy with myself why would someone else be? I almost feel like it will just happen but is there something that I can do to push it along? I know times are different know and women at 40, 50 have children. Call me old fashion but I prefer to be young. I guess I always thought growing up it would be just like my parents. Marry young, maybe not 19 and 21 but young, have kids young. Be done with it before I was thirty. I realize know it was just hope. I thought that was the way it worked. I realize now you make it so. When does a fantasy become a dream which becomes a dream come true turning into reality?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGpCbhBdEm8&feature=related