My life is a movie, and others are watching it for their own enjoyment.
This is a common fantasy I had as a kid, and I've heard others voice the same thing -- that there were times, when young, when they suspected that the life they were living was not what it appeared to be on the surface, that it was actually part of a larger cinematic enterprise that was being played out for unseen, possibly uncaring, spectators.
For example: I'd watch a movie and think: These people don't know they're in a movie, so why can't it be the same for me? Maybe I'm in the movie, and right now people are eating popcorn and drinking Coke and getting up to pee and making out and checking their watches because they find the story of my life boring.
Maybe that's the case. Maybe we're all trapped behind an unseen silver screen. Maybe the air that we breathe is Cineplex Odeon's.
So it all makes sense -- our personal problems and failures, our ridiculous trials and tribulations, not to mention tsunamis and earthquakes and other natural disasters, like Chernobyl, or Anna Nicole Smith. We're all part of an out-of-control disaster flick, that's all.
Comforting, really.
I'm wondering how it ends, and whether a sequel is possible...
2 comments:
That would be cool, yes, but what if they don't like the music that you are? What if they think you're a Reba McIntyre person and they find out you're a Megadeth one???
When I was young I used to watch my brother play RISK by himself. I figured we all were in the same senario with some dude putting us in differnet zones and not really picking sides. Then when I got older I watched him and his friend play chess and started wonding if I was a pawn, rooke etc to the puppet master. I wonder what my mentality would have been had he enjoyed UNO.
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