06-05-2007, 06:23 AM
Quote:One of my earliest childhood paranoias was the fear that, every time I turned a corner around a building, I was actually entering an alternate reality that merely looked like home, and the only way to get back was to make sure I turned the corner in the opposite direction some time soon.
I don't think I could handle something like that as a kid. Heck, the only dillusions I had to deal with was from playing outside too much. I had this odd feeling that any car that drove by would realize my incredible skills at all things related to sports (most notably Soccer, which I was indeed terrible at, and never played on a team), and wisk me away to play at a professional level.
It's definitely not the same thing. But I thought I'd throw in my two cents.
Cheers,
Munk