When I was 7 or 8 years old, I used to imagine that there was this kid in school who was my arch enemy. I don’t mean, “Oh, just someone who I don’t like and doesn’t like me.” Nope, I’m talking about a kid who always swore to destroy me like a comic book villain. And not just any villain, it was as if I did something to him personally, and yet I didn’t. He was this total product of my imagination who existed only because… reasons, apparently.

One thing I’d often picture was the idea that he’d just come over randomly and we’d duel. With swords. Laser swords, to be exact. Not only that, but I imagined that my parents would just let him in without calling the authorities. Then, while we’d be dueling, they would just be watching and not doing anything. They wouldn’t interfere to stop us from fighting, they would just stand there and watch us duel. They wouldn’t even yell or try to lessen the conflict.

If it’s any indication, I used to imagine that my parents would sometimes get eaten by dinosaurs, but that’s practically a whole other entry.

So anyway, I was just a silly little kid with a ridiculous imagination.  This little scenario with my rival has a lot of weird problems and would never work if I adapted it into something. For starters… the kid was about the same age as me and, thus, needed a ride to my home. Can you imagine how he’d be when asking his parents to give him a ride to my house? But in addition to all this (and here’s the real kicker), there’s still the matter of oh I don’t know… why would I imagine that my arch nemesis knows where I live?

Because when I was 7 or 8, logic never seemed to exist in my daydreams. Hence, having parents who would do jack poop.

Anyway, so those little at-home fights were one thing, but then I’d imagine something a little bit different happening at school. For instance, if there were a diorama presentation assignment, I would envision myself having a really cool diorama that the other kids would envy me for and would end up being sabotaged by my rival which would then result in me unleashing a magical flying ferret that would fix everything like a mixture of Mr. Wolf from Pulp Fiction and The Great Gazoo.

The ferret thing is something I could touch on in whole other entry, so let’s move on.

Other times, I would imagine myself going into a secret location in the classroom to get some kind of toy that my rival would notice and then try to take from me, only to result in another crazy fight full of martial arts and more laser sword action.

And of course, I’d win.  Every… single… time.

I mean, these are MY daydreams, not someone else’s. Why would you envision yourself losing a battle when your own imagination is behind the daydream in the first place?  I mean okay, I suppose you could think of it as a way to build up to a later daydream in which you come back to seek revenge, but… you know something?  That could be kinda’ epic, I shoulda’ thought about that more.

So that’s it, those are some of the instances where this imaginary arch nemesis of mine would always get into fights with me. Why would I envision this?  Well, when you’re a little kid and often have long drives to the stores with your parents, you have to entertain yourself with something to get through those long trips to the store.

Plus, I had lost my Gameboy at one point, and my brothers’ Game Gears never lasted long due to the battery power, so it was either a matter of playing those guessing games with everyone or just daydreaming the time away.

See you next week! o/