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

[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. ^_^)

[safebox.livejournal.com]

*adds on Facebook*

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

[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

[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*

[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.)