If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
Some people are unhappy. Others feel neglected. Most of us experience both sentiments during our lifetime.
A few also stare into the sky waiting for things to change.
All this is normal.
A small number of gents take things further. They go daydreaming. And they go big.
Why do I say this?
You see folks, when people start losing it, they begin to exhibit various personality disorders. One of these is the Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD).
MPD starts off when an individual develops a split or fragmented understanding of oneself. Sometimes these fragments build up into a new personality, constructed almost entirely on the merits of a delusion. Often that delusion assumes the air of an inflated sense of self, a Napoleonic complex, so to speak.
In any case, this delusion of grandeur is what causes the individual to start detaching himself from the world around him.
This is why it’s never a good thing to imagine oneself as anything other than oneself.
To respond to the prompt, in the spirit in which it was asked, hypothetically if I could be someone else, for a day, I should like to be, like most of you, better situated in all aspects of my Existence.
Nobody ever wants to become poor or delinquent or God forbid, sick. Some poor souls wish they were dead but never sick. Interesting, right!
It’s as if, on some subconscious level, everybody is afraid of tempting Fate or God. Oh, but human conceit being enormous, people are never afraid to assume God will bless their delusions of grandeur. How about that, eh!
The way I see it, this question was crafted for a certain type of audience. If this speaks to you, you may fall in one of the following categories.
A. The question comes with a time constraint of one day. That is like asking someone to live a dream and then return to a nightmarish existence. That’s sick, man!
B. If you are ready to build your own fantasy or dreamland, but not work towards making it happen in reality, then perhaps this question does speak to you.
Luckily, I don’t think I fit either of these categories.
I am content in my own skin. I do not care to be someone else. Now, if this makes me a Narcissist, so be it. I am proud to be one. It is better to own your own self in the here and now than live a dream.
Wishful thinking never helped anybody. Sooner or later, they had to step down from the high seat of their illusions, and step back into the realm of reality.
How come nobody ever wonders about the toll of that cruel transition? You know what I am talking about. The one you experience each time you wake up from a marvelous night’s dream where you were the Best, Brightest, Most Beautiful, Healthiest Self?
And speaking of which, why is it that a night’s dream always features You in the Limelight, but when you daydream, you just have got to be someone else?
Götterdämmerung 