I have a relationship with fiction which I didn't realize until more recent years of my life that everyone may not develop. I sympathize immensely with fictional characters because, for me, they never seemed any different from real people. I believed them easily (as my acting teacher expressed about becoming characters, it's about being a believable person in a imaginary place). I have always blurred the line between fiction and reality because I found stories so similar to my own world and characters that I tragically realized I knew better than some of the people close to me in my life. I'm a big fan of the liminal space between myth and history, between the perceived and the actual, "the knife-narrow borderland between those two kingdoms, the Empire of Lies and the Republic of Truth" (Chabon 210).
Basically, if something doesn't exist outside of my mind or the pages of a book or off of a movie
The problem is, I could empathize with anything. I was the sort of kid that felt bad when I didn't give my group of stuffed animals equal attention. I couldn't bear to see toy animals in the store with sad little faces that hadn't yet been bought (especially if they were cats). A lonely pen laying on the ground could send me into a narrative spiral of wondering who lost it, where it came from, and whether anyone was missing it. The fact that all of these things are inhuman, unfeeling objects is completely irrelevant. Welcome to anthropomorphizing the hell out of everything 101.
It does make finding lost objects a whole lot more complex.
On an administrative note: Remember back when I said that I wasn't going to put ads on this blog, despite the fiscal gain it might provide me? Well, I'm in a bit of post-graduate nervousness, quickly realizing that I might want to think about ways in which I can make money that I am committed to and enjoy. This blog is that exactly. And because I want to be able to do this a whole lot more, I'm going to do that thing I said I wouldn't do - bring in ads.
I know, I know. I'm a traitor. The Google Overlords have won. But hopefully it won't be irritating or annoying or utterly distracting. But we're going to give it a test run and if having ads here isn't all of these things and you don't feel like I'm selling out, then I might be a little less worried about my totally foggy future. (Why does Totally Foggy Future sound like a band name? And why am I being such a hipster about this?)
Anyway, be aware of ads coming your way. I can only imagine what they might advertise...
Maps and Legends: Reading and Writing Along the Borderlands by Michael Chabon. 2008, Harper Perennial.