Have you ever had a conversation with someone that never happened?
I don’t mean the kind where you’re talking to the little blue people that visited your bedside last night (I’ve had those too), but the kind where you’ve had a conversation with a real person, but you really never had that conversation? —At least NOT according to the other person?
My great grandfather used to do that – he’d just sit there in a world of his own and suddenly burst into conversation about something no one was discussing. He wasn’t senile. He just didn’t wish to participate in this world. Apparently, it’s hereditary.
It’s kind of like an old film movie that breaks in the middle of the show, then the projectionist fixes it, but threads in a different movie. And the audience doesn’t notice that the actors and plot have changed.
But the popcorn’s good.
2 comments:
Try living with me. Everything happens in my head and I expect the rest of you to live in Mandyland and know what I'm thinking.
Poor Bill.
That's true, Mandyland is, after all, a family destination. You know you COULD sell yearly passes to Mandyland. Hmmm... now there's a thought.
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