Pretend

MendotoManteo

MendotoManteo

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Something got me thinking from another thread. About pretend.

I'll never forget my ex-wife's story on her and her cousins down in Alabama, pretending to be Lord of the Rings characters. One day, out on their grandmother's lawn, her cousin stopped and said it was stupid. My ex was baffled. She couldn't understand how her cousin no longer wanted to be a Lord of the Rings character.

Point is: when did you stop believing?

I suppose this is the marker that truly makes us "adults."

As a sidenote, one of my favorite Twilight Zone episodes, "Kick the Can," responds to this milestone.

Please share your stories.
 
I remember I thought I was a wolf. I would literally run around on the old, ragged carpet of my parents' home, on all fours and jumping over boxes and shit. I would be in the shower and would lick up the water like I was a wolf at a pool or something.

I don't remember exactly when I stopped, but I did. Obviously. Thank god. Lol.
 
I never stopped. Sure, I'll never cosplay or act out anything in real life but I still imagine myself in the stories I read sometimes, if only to contrast how I would responded in the situation.

ETA: Oh, and I'm 45 lol
 
Raijin23 said:
I never stopped. Sure, I'll never cosplay or act out anything in real life but I still imagine myself in the stories I read sometimes, if only to contrast how I would responded in the situation.

ETA: Oh, and I'm 45 lol
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Haha! Yeah, I get you, buddy. I'm the same way.

But my point here is when did you actually stop pretending. Not just imagining.

Like, for example, at some point, you thought you were a cowboy or Indian. And you could truly believe it. And so you went roaming around like a cowboy or Indian. That sort of thing.
 
MendotoManteo said:
Haha! Yeah, I get you, buddy. I'm the same way.

But my point here is when did you actually stop pretending. Not just imagining.

Like, for example, at some point, you thought you were a cowboy or Indian. And you could truly believe it. And so you went roaming around like a cowboy or Indian. That sort of thing.
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I think that’s going to be difficult for most to pinpoint.

It’s like the saying, One day you’ll go outside and play with your friends for the last time and you won’t know it.
 
Bigs23 said:
I think that’s going to be difficult for most to pinpoint.

It’s like the saying, One day you’ll go outside and play with your friends for the last time and you won’t know it.
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This is true, and I guess that's why my ex's comment always struck me so. A very smart gal. Good gal. And she knew the moment.

Always struck me.

But you're right: most of us will not know. Hell, I don't myself, other than running away from the copperhead out in the woods with my father's Ruger as I was shooting up invading Russians.

I think I still pretended a bit after that moment but that was sort of a turning point.
 
You know what? I just howled like a wolf. Multiple times. My cats were alarmed but just looked at me like I was dumb.

And that's okay!
 
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