You know that movie "A Beautiful Mind" where the guy finds out that he's imagined his whole life; best friend, conspirators and all? Sometimes I feel like that.
Well, not about the conspirators (unless my children count.)
It's more like when I'm standing on the curb with my 4 year old, waiting for his bus and thinking:
Today is thursday right? Not friday? Because he doesn't have school on fridays. I think it's thursday, but the bus is really late. Could it be friday? No wait, Lost was on last night, so it has to be thursday. Or was Lost on two nights ago? What did I do last night? Is it thursday or friday?
Oh my gosh, what if it's like tuesday?
And what if the bus isn't coming because he doesn't really go to school? He's just so horrible with all the screaming that I just wish I could get rid of him every day?
Or what if I really don't have a 4 year old, the neighbors are probably wondering what I'm doing outside talking to my non-existent child. Eek, what if I don't even live here, and the people who actually own this house are wondering what I'm doing out here talking about a school bus?
Should I be looking for cops? Or maybe some guys with straight jackets to take me away?
Because if I don't have a 4 year old, or probably any of the kids I've created in my mind, and I really don't live here, I'm probably a grungy insane bag lady. Which also means that I don't own a computer. Or a blog.
Oh my gosh, my blog is all a part of my elaborate delusion.
Except then why don't I have a better blog? What sort of nutjob imagines a semi-mediocre blog? And since I only have like 23 followers, then my blog must really exist, right? Which means I have to own a computer somewhere, right? And I swear this is my house. And how can you imagine a 4 year old stomping on your barefeet with his rainboots? The pain sure feels real. And, hey, there's the school bus.
Ok, I guess I'm not crazy.
But that doesn't leave out the theory of how the world is run by an elaborate computer like in the Matrix...