I write fiction. Pretty much all I do is pretend. I worry about people that don’t even exist, on a regular basis. I have conversations about these imaginary people as well, with other folks who also are talking about their imaginary people. It’s some kind of collective hallucination, probably.
This thread is awesome. Imagination is a thing to celebrate. As long as it makes life more interesting, vibrant, engaging, colorful, then yes, pretend away.
Owlett, I do the cat box thing too! Only I’m not an archaologist, I’m mining a very valuable substance and I have to get the chunks out in one piece.
I’ve got another one that doesn’t fit exactly, but it’s something I do: when I’m out and about I kind of keep a lookout for places I could sleep if I were homeless.
I sometimes imagine if a past version of myself could see POV video of whatever is happening to me currently, what my past self’s reaction would be.
I practice languages by imagining that I’m describing what I see, my plans for the day or a scene I imagine.
“Maintenant j’entre un roundabout… how the hell do you say roundabout in French, note to self look up roundabout…”
Sometimes when I’m doing something boring, some ordinary chore of daily life like cleaning or laundry or loading the dishwasher, I imagine I am instructing someone in how to do it. Like explaining the proper method of cleaning the bathroom to a trainee maid or teaching a child how to bake a pie.
No I do not do this, but maybe I should. It sounds like fun!
Unfortunately, thanks to GEICO, Europe now has daily performances in my kitchen.
I also play the Hot Lava Game with the throw rugs and runners in my house. Getting from the Family Room to the kitchen is very dangerous.
Every time I cook, there is an imaginary audience at the kitchen bar watching my cooking show, oh-ing and ah-ing my slicing and measuring abilities.
Every meeting I am in, I mentally plan my escape from the room for lava outbreaks, terror attacks, hordes of rats, etc.
When I am going somewhere I Imagine that I am in a spaceship that has lost gravity, and picture myself going above people’s heads and moving around in zero gravity, or if I am leaving, I pretend that the air is running out and I need to get out as fast as I can before I suffocate in space.
I haven’t been much for pretending, but lately I like to pretend that if I watch the shows we watched together in the living room where her urn is, maybe Mom gets something out of it still too.
pool I’ve been known to have entire 4 hour conversations with made up people while driving across the state. Solved most of the worlds problems this way in fact.
Helps keep me out of oncoming traffic on the other side of the interstate median.
You’re (as has already been noted) completely normal