Writer's Block: Trading Spaces
If you could be another person for a day, who would it be and why?
I don't think I'd really want to trade places with anyone for a day. I mostly consider my life delicate, maybe because I have so many private thoughts and routines and because I have so many processes all going on at once. And I do get very stressed out when those processes and routines are disrupted. I would spend the whole day worrying about my real self's doings and wondering if they found this and this out and what would they do when they were themselves again and whatever else.
I would not even get to be that other person because I would be stuck in the strange bed I had woken up in, wondering who I actually was (unless I was like John or Soner or Sierra or someone whose bedroom I'd recognize).
If I happened to be another person, I might actually want to go through their stuff. Then again, I might be too afraid of the karma I'd gather by doing so.
I have trouble answering the "who would you be?" question because that carries an assumption that being someone else for a day would be fun. It might not. We all know the saying about the grass and how green it is, and we all know that everyone's life has problems. Maybe we don't want to deal with those. Maybe we don't know how. Maybe we don't even want to know that they are there, even if that person is our best friend or mother or sister.
After all of that ridiculous speculation (oh and remember Freaky Friday? That movie was awful), I still sort of want to come up with someone. But I really can't. Haha. Sorry. I get an F.
I don't think I'd really want to trade places with anyone for a day. I mostly consider my life delicate, maybe because I have so many private thoughts and routines and because I have so many processes all going on at once. And I do get very stressed out when those processes and routines are disrupted. I would spend the whole day worrying about my real self's doings and wondering if they found this and this out and what would they do when they were themselves again and whatever else.
I would not even get to be that other person because I would be stuck in the strange bed I had woken up in, wondering who I actually was (unless I was like John or Soner or Sierra or someone whose bedroom I'd recognize).
If I happened to be another person, I might actually want to go through their stuff. Then again, I might be too afraid of the karma I'd gather by doing so.
I have trouble answering the "who would you be?" question because that carries an assumption that being someone else for a day would be fun. It might not. We all know the saying about the grass and how green it is, and we all know that everyone's life has problems. Maybe we don't want to deal with those. Maybe we don't know how. Maybe we don't even want to know that they are there, even if that person is our best friend or mother or sister.
After all of that ridiculous speculation (oh and remember Freaky Friday? That movie was awful), I still sort of want to come up with someone. But I really can't. Haha. Sorry. I get an F.