Have you metaphor?

Oh yes, the many-splendoured thing. You politely tell it to fuck off but it hangs around until you finally give in and extend an invitation. It tries to make itself useful by doing the dishes, toasting your bread, cleaning your room and making you feel like the king of all things. Eventually, you warm up to the alien that has invaded your space. Never mind that it just completely turned your world around.

But.

You're trapped in a present day society that has no place for star-crossed Shakespearean magic. You are asked to live by two and two making four, not dreams. You are told of things that can't be done. What the fuck do you do?

You can cry in a corner but you don't have the right hairstyle for it. You can forget about it entirely but you can't. Fishing is out of the question because seafood suddenly sucks.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaa. You smile and ride the wave. Surfing makes you happier than ever. Maybe when you level up, you can rearrange the shinies in the sky.