How was your weekend? Mine was pretty standard–resting, getting things done around the house, and goofing off.
Let’s get to it.
I was looking at my Facebook memories today (as I was having trouble figuring out what to talk to you about) and I found the one with the silly past lives quiz that I’d shared. Basically this thing said I’d been:
A Persian prince
King of the Maori people
All before being who I am now.
The point I’m actually trying to bring up is the fascination humans have with being something (or someone) they’re not. That strange yearning to let it all go for a while, and be someone or do something a little crazy, inspiring, or what-have-ya.
I don’t if it has to do with embracing chaos or uncertainty sometimes, or it’s people trying to figure out who they are and what their place is in this world–maybe both.
I’d have to say that that’s why I write fiction, for sure–to portray someone whose problems I don’t have, whose powers I don’t grasp, or whose situation I could never get myself into and know how to get myself out of.
When I write copy for clients, it’s the same thing–the people I’m writing to are dealing with issues in life or business that I’m not.
Because, you know, of the people who have actually portrayed Spiderman, I ain’t on the list (and not just because I have zero acting talent).
That’s not the only way to explain it, but you get the idea.
Until next time,