Acting out...

At times, I have a flair for the dramatic. Those of you who know my mother will recognize that I get it from her.

I find that I get in my own fantasy world when I'm in a big city. I thrive on the anonymity that comes with a metropolis. I can be anyone I want to be. That was one of my favourite things about living in New York and I find that I can be all alone among thousands in Toronto too.

The other night I went to see a movie on my own and somehow exited the theatre to find myself in a sketchy back alley. I think it was partly because I'd just spent 2 hours watching 'acting' and was in a type of melancholy mood that allows me to indulge in these scenarios, but I pretended I was in a movie.

You know the scene where the naive ingenue finds herself trapped in an alley being chased by the axe murderer? But it didn't stop there. As I walked around the city, I literally pretended I was someone else. I had an entire plotline that included a jilted lover and a Communist spy.

The soundtrack I heard in my head contained songs from The Casinos, Beautiful South and Dido.
I know it's childish and ridiculous, but I loved it. Clearly, I missed my calling - well, there was that one time when I played the lead in a Tom Sawyer production. Yes, I played a boy.