For instance, I once began to daydream while a professor bloviated about some topic he was an expert in, that I imagined him puffing up with air to the point he exploded. And I exploded in laughter. In class.
Even when my imagination wasn’t damaging my GPA, it would often make my parents a bit, concerned. I used to pretend that I was Cinderella when forced to do my chores as a child. I would even put on my most ragged clothes and smear dust on my face. My parents didn’t care for that much, especially when company was over.
But they preferred that to when I would hang my Barbies for treason and stick a plastic blade to my stuffed rabbit’s throat to make him give up the goods on the plot to kidnap Ken.
When pared with my hypochondria, however, my imagination takes an even darker turn. Through the years I have diagnosed myself with leukemia, early-onset Alzheimer's, male pattern baldness, and rubella.
Every now and then, though my imagination allows me to relax and escape from the world. For a long weekend, my husband and I stayed in the luxury of the Peabody hotel, and among the fuliguline floor shows and the fluffy robes, I was able to forget the student loans, crap job, and spoiled food waiting in the refrigerator for us at home.
My imagination has certainly been a tough one to wrangle and control through the years, but without it, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
Jobless and half crazy with plotting and revision.
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While much has been colored with creative license, something I've told you is an outright lie. Which one of you will be the first to correctly guess where my imagination has once again gotten out of control?
31 comments:
Humm, I'll say the part about threatening the rabbit with a blade is a lie.
Oh I'm going with the male pattern baldness, just for fun. Love your post. "Very Witty." Haha.
I'm going with knife to the rabbit too! Lol! Because it sounds like we had similar childhood imaginations and to me my stuffed animals were quite real and I would never put a knife to their throats! Lol!
Ok,ok, I still wouldn't put a knife to my stuffed animals' throats. Heehee☺
~fellow crusader~
I love that whole barbie thing, and the rabbit. HEHE.
I'd go with the rabbit aspect of the story too though, for a lie. Though I did wonder if the dirt-smearing was the lie. ;)
Dressing like cinderella and smearing dust on your face?
I used to do terrible things to my barbies so I can't say that was a lie but the cinderella thing sounds hilariously too much.
Love the post, great fun.
The attack on the stuffed rabbit is the lie?
LOL! Great post, but I think the torturing the toys is a lie. Barbie--treason?? Say it isn't so! ; )
I'd take a stab at your hypochondria and say that's the not-so-truthful part.
Hi fellow crusader! We're in the same group, so a big wave goes out to you.
So, the lie? Great post, so you've made it really difficult. But, I'm guessing the dirt smearing part?
Hi Crusader! I think the part about dressing up as Cinderella in rags, etc. when company came over was a lie. Great story! And that hypochondria thing sounds like it might be problem... yikes!
great post- I think the lie is hypochondria.
The rabbit? :D
Nice to meet you fellow Crusader!
Hi, Crusader! Making the rounds today--I love your Challenge post!
My guess is you didn't actually stay at the Peabody hotel.
My guess: ragged clothes to do chores.
Fun idea!
Anyhow, thanks for stopping my blog yesterday. And, yes, you should try publishing some short stories on smashword (and kindle). I've found it's a fun thing to keep creative juices running while doing awful things like querying and waiting for beta readers to be done.
BEst,
Hi Crusader :) I'm guessing the Hypochondria (though I'm vascillating between than and the bloviating professor...)
Great blog. Look forward to seeing more of you!
Aimee
I'm guessing the ' fuliguline floor shows' were the lie, 'cuz they'd be pretty messy, I'd think. LOL
Hi from a fellow Crusader
Hi from a fellow crusader, I love your header - cool idea!
ha! This was great!
Fellow crusader! Stopping by to say hi.
Hmmm - male pattern baldness? Not so sure about that.
Man...I guess I'm crazy. I was going to say that your lie was a weekend at the Peabody hotel. Maybe that's just because I've been dreaming of getting away.
Thanks for dropping by my blog. Can't wait to get together again!
I'm going to guess that you haven't been to the Peabody. (But if you have, how were the ducks?)
I have an unfair advantage that I simply can't use. What an unfair world!!
Wonderful post! Love your voice. I'm going to guess you aren't a hypochondriac.
Great to meet you, fellow Crusader!
Hi, I'm a crusader and dropping in to say hi. Your post reminded me of the advert on the TV about an insurance seller trying to sell home insurance to a woman. He asks her how she'd feel if burglars broke into her house and stole from her. She went a bit crazy imagining it, and it was so funny.
Wasn't you, was it?
;)
LOL!Is it the plot to kidnap Ken? Oh my, to funny!
Hey, we have a lot in common. I have Barbies in my challenge post too and I've also stayed at the Peabody Hotel. I'll have to go with the Cinderella costume as your lie, although I'm feeling a bit iffy about that guess.
Very cute! I'm going with the Barbie scenario. Haha! Love it!
Hello fellow crusader! I am a tad bit late, so I just thought I would just say Hi! :D
Hey! I decapitated my Barbies all the time! but the knife seems far fetched! :P
Oh, and PS: GAMER GIRLS ROXZ0RZ!
I'm going to say... the barbies. It's a rare thing for a girl to both game and play with dolls, even if you do hang them. I was the only one out of the dozens of girls I knew. I spent more time with my Ninja Turtles. Again, just a guess!
Very funny! I loved it. Did Barbie give a speech, I wonder? Can only imagine what she'd have said.
I have no idea what the lie is. Hopefully it's the string of self-diagnosed diseases.
Dan
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