My five imaginary lives seem to have distilled - I did the “fast” method where I just let what I wanted pop into my head, rather than thinking and thinking about what I would like. At the moment, I apparently want to be Xena. This definitely has something to do with a neighbor who tried to harass and intimidate me yesterday, and if I were in a “safer” mood I might desire something else. No, I wouldn’t. These urges have been surfacing all along this process - apparently I want to put my natural violence to a positive purpose.
I’ve actually been considering writing a “modern warlord” screenplay, which may be why this comes up. Even though Mike thinks I’m too organized - I’d just declare myself dictator, straighten things out to my satisfaction, and be done with it/torture my detractors.
Technically and non-technically true, but I wouldn’t mind an old-school priestess-preserving environment.
Again, with the violence.
To some extent I already do this; it’s part of my grand plan for my later years when aging bodies and women need advocates to themselves.
I’m pretty sure this has something to do with neighborhood incidents. But I actually think I’d be very good at this, surprisingly so - I know how to put a cause before myself, I interact well with other cultures, and I’m most definitely a Big Picture thinker.
One Response to “Chapter 5: Five Imaginary Lives, Redux”
I see your spirit as a protective one, avenging when needed. [and you're already a priestess to me, so doing it as a full-time job would be no great stretch!] These imaginary lives ring very true!