People sometimes say to me, “I’d love to see inside your brain. You have a wild imagination.”
I usually reply, “Yes, we have a pretty good time in here.”
I’m not entirely lying.
Sometimes my brain is as playful as a puppy and as much in need of training. Other times it’s like a raging stallion, and I’m trying my best not to get bucked off and thrown into the underbrush.
Most of the time I don’t know where my thoughts are going, but somehow I manage to muddle through anyway.
A lot of my so-called wild imagination evolves from coping mechanisms. For example, when tormented by screeching construction-grade safety backup beepers, I calm myself by imagining I’m hearing exotic urban bird calls. Or, when I used to have to fight my way through crowds of lunchtime office workers flooding the skyways near my bank, I imagined they were gerbils, which made them seem so cute even when they kept smashing into me and spilling things. You see, I once had a gerbil for a pet, and I loved that little rodent. (I also once had an office worker for a pet, but that’s another story for another time.)
Despite my wild imagination, I’m having trouble making the current state of the world into a funny Planet Nancy story. At this point, I just wish all the bad news would get bored with itself and wander off so only good news can hang around for a change.
So for now…Happy Holidays, Happy New Year, and Happy New Beginnings…to everyone!