Mild Manners
Sometimes I find myself checking my blog to see if it's been updated recently. Then I remember that if anyone were to update it, it would have to be me. And then I find myself wishing for some sort of Mr. Hyde-esque alter-ego. Instead of raping and pillaging, he would write really witty and interesting observations in my blog, and then I would check them and laugh, and then brag about them to my three friends who read this.
But then I start thinking: Is that really what I'd want my alter-ego to do? Personally, I'd want a more Calvin and Hobbes-ish set-up, with multiple alter-egos for the various tasks I face. If the world needs saving, I'd become Ayub Hamid, Super-Shah of the Persian Empire! If there's a hardboiled detective case that needs solving, I'd be Quinn Powell, the alcoholic, chain-smoking, foul-mouthed noir gumshoe whose voice sounds like gravel on tin. And if there was an interstellar crisis, then I'd be fighter-pilot extraordinaire Kip Klauswitz, who romances all the alien ladies when he's not holding off the combined forces of the Bergamon Star Protectorate.
In retrospect, my life is magnificently mundane, and I myself am mild-mannered to the extreme.
But then I start thinking: Is that really what I'd want my alter-ego to do? Personally, I'd want a more Calvin and Hobbes-ish set-up, with multiple alter-egos for the various tasks I face. If the world needs saving, I'd become Ayub Hamid, Super-Shah of the Persian Empire! If there's a hardboiled detective case that needs solving, I'd be Quinn Powell, the alcoholic, chain-smoking, foul-mouthed noir gumshoe whose voice sounds like gravel on tin. And if there was an interstellar crisis, then I'd be fighter-pilot extraordinaire Kip Klauswitz, who romances all the alien ladies when he's not holding off the combined forces of the Bergamon Star Protectorate.
In retrospect, my life is magnificently mundane, and I myself am mild-mannered to the extreme.