Me: Yes, Year 11 Boy?
Year 11 Boy: When I'm not at school, do you still exist?
Me: Probably not no. You're homework still exists though...
And as bizarre as this was for a conversation starter it did stir up the old grey matter a bit. For the vast majority of the world I do not, in fact, exist. At no point do I cross their minds, at no point do they stumble across me in the street, in a bar, in a gutter. I am not a real person. To people who've never met me, I do not not exist. And, in all fairness, even some people I have met question how real a person I might be.
Which is sort of why I'm grown a bit more comfortable blogging. I started off only talking about the book - cos I wasn't comfortable with anything else. And now look? Philosophy. Sort of.
Anyway - I like this cos most people who read my blog don't know me. Have never met me. Have no idea what I look like, are unaware that I'm typing wearing a Dangermouse T-Shirt and shorts beneath a Big Winter Dressing Gown.
I might live on your street. I might be your neighbour. (Sinister no?) Worse still: I might educate your children (duhduhduhdummmmmmmmm) Terrifying isn't it?
Unless, of course, Year 11 Boy is correct. Unless of course I don't exist. This whole thing could be an entirely randomly selected group of letters accidentally created by some bug in the Blogspot brain.
Would explain a lot...
Oh, me thinks I hear a *Bing*
Or do I?
7 comments:
you are making my head hurty. but i think i have met you. were you just a group hallucination? is this why you get so edgy when people ask about your book?
ta for the writing advice. useful, even if you aren't real. thanks, i think?
I always used to tell my first group of kids that I lived in the filing cabinet in my room. I was a robot who stopped working when the final bell went on a Friday afternoon and then I was plugged into my power source in the filing cabinet until Monday morning. Bless them, some of them half-believed me. Thinking that your teacher has a life of their own is almost as creepy as realising that, at some point, your parents have had/are having S-E-X!
You. Are. Drinking. Far. Too. Much. Coffee...
B - yes. I'm good at head damaging, just ask my students (?)
Stephen - I tell my students I sped my weekends at Christian retreats reading the bible to old folks... And they believe me.
DJ - Yes. Always. It's what powers my heart.
'I tell my students I sped my weekends at Christian retreats reading the bible to old folks... And they believe me.'
Lies.
Well... You MAY live on my street... You MAY be my neighbour... But I MAY have gone out to lunch with your mam and step dad a few weeks ago... I MAY have followed you home last night... I MAY know your birthday, your shoe size... I may even have been in your bedroom... I may have sat on your bed. I may have heard you snoring... I may even be sleeping in the same house as you........ Then again, it may be wishful thinking...
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