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When No One Is Looking
Forgot to mention what I was thinking about as I was getting out of the car this morning. Reality actually does suck. More than online life, and so much more than my fake, fantasy life. As I was getting out of the car, I realized I actually am someone else when I’m behind the wheel. It’s different on different days, but on my way to work I’m a bad-ass race car driver. On my way home I’m the mysterioso singing chick and everyone wants to get to know me and to unlock the riddle. On weekends running errands, I’m the celebrity in hiding, driving just to get out from under the paparazzi spotlights and flashbulbs. When I’m at home alone my fantasy personality changes depending on what I’m listening to. If it’s Weezer then I’m the cool “nerdy” chick from the early nineties that every guy wanted to be with. Remember Lisa Loeb? If it’s Live then I’m the band’s backup singer and both guys and girls want to be near me to get closer to the band. Sometimes when I’m the backup singer I get my own fanclubs, but most of the time I’m just lumped into the band’s fanclubs.
My writing skills astound even me. None of the above is true, except the part about being a race car driver. But I do exist as a different person when I’m online or in some other non-reality plane. Though the different person isn’t SO much different, just me with a slightly snotty, slightly stuck-up attitude.