Campfyre Stories

In my mind things are different than they are on the other side of my eyes.  It’s not that I don’t believe what I see, I do, but at the same time, there’s a part of me that desperately wishes things were different.

In my mind, sometimes people break into spontaneous song and dance numbers.  In reality, I can see the unconscious choreography of large groups of people.  There is also always a song in my head that I can hear as clearly as if I were listing to the radio and a slight dance to my step.  I rein it in, though, because things like that make people uncomfortable.

In my mind, there are scripts that work.  I always know exactly what to say and I am prepared for any possible response they could offer me.  In reality, they always say the one thing that I wasn’t prepared for.

In my mind, Stephen Hawking is a superhero, and his superpower is Time Manipulation.  In reality, Stephen Hawking probably is a superhero, but since I don’t know him, I may never know what his actual power is.  Also, in my mind, Stephen Hawking is the mental equivalent of Chuck Norris’ being a badass and his viral reputation.  In reality, I don’t think enough people really know enough about Stephen Hawking for him to become a massive cult figure.

In my mind, I am a physically attractive person.  In reality, I have a great personality.  I think that in many people’s minds the two rarely co-exist in reality.  *sigh*

In my mind, I am *FABULOUS*.  In reality…  well, ok, let’s me honest here.  In reality I am pretty damn fabulous, too.  No, that’s not quite right.  In reality, I’m rather weird, extremely unconventional, tactless and fringey.  To some that translates as fabulous, to most it just winds up in the "Huh?" category.

In my mind, I am a ninja.  In reality, I am a klutz.

In my mind, this post was a whole lot cooler.  I guess that’s the problem with some *really good ideas*.