I often imagine that there are people watching me, especially when I am alone. Most often, these people are acquaintances and friends. As a result, I often "act" to "impress" these virtual people - these mere figments of my imagination. Or, I may otherwise "act" to impress my experiences, my feelings, and my thoughts on these virtual people.
The other day, I was thinking about a past relationship. In contemplating the ups and the downs, I was looking off into the distance, chucking to myself on occasion and scrunching my face too. I imagined that my former significant other was there, watching me relive our shared experiences, watching me smile and chuckle as I remembered all the cheerful moments, and watching me wrinkle my brow and attempt to look forlorn as I reminisced over all the less-than-cheerful moments we shared. I would even shake my head and look pensively in the distance as I relived the sad moments.
I am virtually a full-time actor, caught in my own fantasy world. Even when I do something as mundane as walking down an empty hallway, I imagine that there are people - people I know - watching me. I try to "impress" by looking down the hallway with a stoic gaze. If I am contemplating something, I might bite my lips a little, and I might take a deep sigh as I glance, momentarily, at the floor. I try to convey the content and the gravity of my thoughts to the incarnations of my friends.
Am I literally a "poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage"? Does anyone else live in a fantasy world? More pressingly, is anyone else MOLDED by his or her fantasy world?
The other day, I was thinking about a past relationship. In contemplating the ups and the downs, I was looking off into the distance, chucking to myself on occasion and scrunching my face too. I imagined that my former significant other was there, watching me relive our shared experiences, watching me smile and chuckle as I remembered all the cheerful moments, and watching me wrinkle my brow and attempt to look forlorn as I reminisced over all the less-than-cheerful moments we shared. I would even shake my head and look pensively in the distance as I relived the sad moments.
I am virtually a full-time actor, caught in my own fantasy world. Even when I do something as mundane as walking down an empty hallway, I imagine that there are people - people I know - watching me. I try to "impress" by looking down the hallway with a stoic gaze. If I am contemplating something, I might bite my lips a little, and I might take a deep sigh as I glance, momentarily, at the floor. I try to convey the content and the gravity of my thoughts to the incarnations of my friends.
Am I literally a "poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage"? Does anyone else live in a fantasy world? More pressingly, is anyone else MOLDED by his or her fantasy world?
