One afternoon I was doing the new “vanity search” on Facebook when I found several people that have the same name as me. I had been told that it was a good idea to do this kind of a search to guard against someone with bad intentions that might try to steal your identity on the social network. What do you do when you find this many people? It was an arduous task to click on each one to make sure they weren’t up to no good, but I did it. I’m going to recommend this as an interesting exercise in futility if you have some extra time one day and are the least bit curious.
Being a good citizen, I went to my favorite discussion group that same day and posted the article where I had read the helpful advice. I encouraged everyone to try it, just to be on the safe side of social media. Folks chimed in. Some wanted to know if I had done it, so I was busy typing out my results to share with everyone when one of the group members posted the comment “Shut the fuck up! No one wants to be you!”
Let’s all take just a moment and muse a bit over this revelation: No one wants to be you.
When I think about it, perhaps there’s some truth in that statement because if I were to look around at the average person within a five mile radius, there’s not a not a single soul that I would rather be than me. Nope! If I ever do fantasize about being someone else it’s in a totally different way. I’d like to trade places with them, but still be me. I wouldn’t want to be them. I don’t want to look like them, or have their thoughts.
To further explore that…I’d like to be as skinny and fit as they are, but still be me. I wouldn’t mind being as rich as they are, but still be me and married to my husband. I’d enjoy being as free and unshakable as they appear to be, but still be me. The list could be endless if I wanted to sit here all day and think of the great qualities I see in other people that I might like to emulate or try to develop in a healthy way. But I’d never be interested in taking on the other side of that which would be their own unique set of pains and problems. After all, wouldn’t that be part of the package?
Yep. Just about every scenario I can imagine still has me being me in it. How about you? How do your flights of fancy play out? Are you still in each daydream? Or do you become someone else entirely?
The mean troll that insulted me that day was trounced upon by the other members for what he said to me and then he was ejected from the group, never to return. I’m pretty sure that no one wanted to be him either. fucker.