After responding to a thread on a
friend's blog (one vastly superior to mine), I started to think. This freaked me out at first, because I don't usually start thinking until a few minutes after posting a signed comment on the internet for all the world to see. But this time I actually felt my brain come out of sleep mode as I read my entry, and I started to wonder,
why don't we just admit it? Admit what? Why, the fact that part of each and every person's life is fictitious. Let's face it, our lives would be horrifically boring if not for at least a minor amount of artistic embellishment. The problem is that we impose upon ourselves the need to make the fiction sound realistic, e.g. "Yes, that's my BMW!" or "No, that's not my sidewalk vomit!" May I be so bold as to suggest that we all come right out and admit that not everything in our lives is true, and - more to the point - come up with some
entertaining fiction.
I, for example, am a crime-fighting ninja sorcerer. Now that's something that we all know to be fictitious, and yet, it makes for a HELL of a conversation. Just think! No more inane small talk at parties! No more boring blind dates! No more having to come to the realization that the high point of your life is sleeping in on Sundays! So go ahead, tell your friends about that time you fought aliens on Mars! Tell your boss that you were late today because you had to protect a nursing home from a swarm of robot Nazis! It's not like your boss's life couldn't use a little fiction! Remember: if it's well-written, then it's all good.