make-believe is much too fun

[ontology]

Remember when you were, I don't know, seven, eight, nine, maybe older, maybe younger, and you used to spend hours daydreaming about the worlds you kept discovering? You used to go into your parents' wardrobe, maybe, and feel the back hoping it would suddenly turn out to be trees and snow, or you wondered about getting one of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's cures for your brother's habit of interrupting, or--a little later--you had this silly thing in your head where you pretended that the Fellowship of the Ring occasionally hung out at your house and went places with you (because Aragorn liked to read the Boston Globe and when you went to the New Bedford Summerfest Pippin loved the Tilt-a-Whirl but Sam threw up and Legolas and Boromir traded looks of utter disgust and kids ran up to Gandalf because they thought he was Santa.)

Yeah, well, I just wanted to let you lot know that I have absolutely and completely grown out of that phase and would never, ever, ever daydream about anything fandom related, ever.


In other news, I leapt clumsily onto yet another bandwagon and joined Facebook, pretending happily that my middle name is my last name and also that I was born in 1913 (thanks, Facebook's weird network thingummy that is prejudiced against people who never attended an official school).

Comments

[psychicnagger.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're on facebook! *goes to add you*

[whimsical-m.livejournal.com]

Aw, funny that you should mention the wardrobe. Even now, at almost nineteen, I still dream of going to the back of some random closet and finding a hidden world. Alas, all that is at the back of my closet are a bunch of dead spiders (which I should really clean up).

At it was the characters from Sword of Shannara that hung out at my house. :D

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Alas, my parents got rid of their wardrobe. I miss it. At least my closet is sort of interesting--it's a hundred years old and there's a corner where the paint's peeling off to show really garish old wallpaper. Mostly it's just got shoes at the back. A lot of shoes. (Oh dear, I am more of a girl than I like people to know. *cringe*)

[builtofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Really, I don't know what you're referring to with the fandom daydreams, because I never pretended to be Amish (that implies I fangirled the Amish, which is... odd, to say the least, but probably true -hides-); nor did I reenact any of my favourite books. Indeeeed.

And now I am running off to friend you on Facebook.

(I hereby protest your tag, as denial is more than a river in Egypt; it just so happens to be a former nickname of mine. So HA. ^_^)

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and I never had long conversations with Remus Lupin when nobody was at home or pretended that weird circumstances forced him to take indefinite refuge in my closet ('s a nice big closet, with a light) and I have to smuggle sandwiches and cookies and orange juice and things in. I mean, just so you know. Never daydreamed about meeting T.S. Eliot, either. Or about meeting T.S. Eliot with the Doctor. And when I was younger I never even thought of daydreaming about inviting Jo March over to my house to gab about books and things, nor did I ever act out bits of The Lion King with my cousins. Never.

[builtofsorrow.livejournal.com]

nor did I ever act out bits of The Lion King with my cousins

!

I never did EITHER, especially not The Lion King in ballet form. Neverever. (Hee.)

[safebox.livejournal.com]

*adds on Facebook*

Embrace the daydreaming! Verily, it is a wondrous thing. *still in Shakespeare-land*

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Sweet Eru, me too. That may have even surpassed The Girl in the Fireplace as The Best Episode Ever. (HARRY POTTER REFERENCES FOR THE WIN OMG LOVE.)

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

Have added you; I'm the one called Anthony, with this icon as my photo. Because yes, it is me, and yes, I am just that cool... :P

:P

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

In response to, you know, the actual entry:

When I was around four to seven ish, I used to do that a lot; first of all it was Super Ted (with my best friend always winding up as Spotty, for some reason) and then it was, depending on who was playing, either Power Rangers or Narnia. :D I have grown out of that now, of course, honest, and to compensate my unconscious now does very strange things. The last two dreams that I recall having have been set in the Vanty Fair fandom, which doesn't even exist; in one, I somehow ended up tracking down some very bad poetry for a very specific and mysteriously unspecified use, and there was a man with a face that was sour and pinched like a lemon; in the other I ended up as a relatively senior officer in a Prussian regiment that was on its way to Waterloo, with my form tutor from school as the regiment's colonel. This doesn't seem quite as wierd without knowing very much about her, but she is very short, rather plump and really nothing like a colonel at all. (On the plus side she is often very grumpy and certainly bellicose, has a very loud voice and is a German teacher; on the other, she is often rather lovely, has no moustache, has a Facebook group in her honour and has been photographed smiling whilst wearing my hat.)

I wonder what Sigismund Freud would have made of that.

[trolliepop.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I just wanted to let you lot know that I have absolutely and completely grown out of that phase and would never, ever, ever daydream about anything fandom related, ever.

April Fool's joke a week late, right?

My sisters and I used to play Narnia all the time. We would run around the house in dresses and pretend to be the Pevensies. Noelle always had to be Peter, because she was a tomboy already. I don't remember what we used for Edmund. Perhaps a stuffed animal...*shrugs*

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

April Fool's joke a week late, right?
How dare you accuse me of daydreaming about various fictional blokes a very very lot lying?? *stomp*

Aww, that sounds like fun. I hardly had anyone to play with besides my brother when I was little; mostly I had to do the heavy-duty pretending by myself, and got into a nasty habit of carrying on long conversations with fictional people, sometimes out loud.

I wasn't really a tomboy, but I was always the father when my friends forced me to play house, which I hated. For some reason, I've always been good at playing a man; don't know what that says about me. o.O House was so stupid, I was like, "why play at bathing the babies and feeding them and rubbish when they can ride on the stuffed dogs' backs and try to take over the world or something?" Yeah, I was not exactly a normal child. :D

[lady-moriel.livejournal.com]

And I never pretended I was Aladdin or Luke Skywalker or Luke's made-up and supremely Stuish kid. Never ever. And I've never daydreamed about having mental powers or hitching a ride on the TARDIS, either.

(Unrelated, but you might remind your mom to lj-cut pictures on leandra_erin...I like seeing them, but I'd rather the pictures not take up so much room on my flist. They're cut off funny there anyway.)

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

What a shocker! I've never daydreamed about hitching a ride on the TARDIS, either! 'Specially not lately. :D