It must be good rearing and/or relatively sound mental health that keeps me suitable for society most of the time. Day after day I complete the mundane tasks of life – bathing, dishes, grocery shopping, work, laundry, cooking, taking the dog out, paying the bills – giving no clue to the world around me that I am anything other than a regular old human being. There is nothing particularly attention-getting about my appearance or demeanor, although I think I might have a killer smile. Aside from that, I get up in the morning, do stuff then go to bed so that I can complete the cycle the next day and the next…
But, while I’m doing the stuff…
a commotion is taking place – brilliance, bravery and benevolence along with staggering baseness explode between my ears.
In my head I am…
- ten feet tall!
- saying cruel, hurtful things
- Martha Stewart without the record or the money.
- a champion for the underdog.
- rolling down my car window and really letting a “bad driver” know what I think.
- finding the cure for cancer.
- composing a symphony and have perfect pitch.
- able to fly and perform amazing acrobatic feats flawlessly.
- daydreaming of revenge.
- endlessly patient.
- sending that graphic text.
- fluent in languages other than English and Pig Latin.
- having a full-on, glass-breaking, furniture-snapping, “there will be hell to pay” tantrum.
- participating in karaoke night – sober.
That the roughly 3-pound computer encased in my bony head is able to distinguish between reality and fantasy, what behaviors are/are not appropriate and can weigh the risks of each possibility considered – and politely wait for my decision – fills me with awe. I’m a superhero! Because I’m just a regular old human completing the mundane tasks of life.