“I could see him through the window. He would stare back without any discomfort. I’m not sure when it started. One day, as I looked through the glass, he was there, looking back at me from the darkness of the night.
Most of the time I didn’t think about who he could be or if he was dangerous. I would get on with my day, and when I passed in front of the window, I would stretch my neck up and look to see what was hidden beyond. And there was this living being, immobile save for his eyes following my every move.
I thought that maybe it was the time of the day, like he was on his morning walk to work. Did he even work? However, whatever other time I chose to look, whatever day I decided to peek through the curtains, there he was.
I would lie to say he wasn’t handsome, that I didn’t feel a certain attraction towards him. Maybe it was all those shared moments together, but I felt like we were kindred spirits. I know someone could think I was falling for the enemy. However, he never hurt me. I wish he would talk to me or show me any inclination towards wanting to be friends. I’m always looking for friends. Especially for wrestling. Because it seems I’m the only one with that interest in the family.
I often get chided for being too loud, too excited, too forceful in my playing. It would be nice to finally meet someone who didn’t think that.
Sometimes I reach out to him, spreading my fingers against the glass. He always seems to be just beyond my grasp though.
Days pass, weeks, months, and I start to miss his presence. I keep believing that one day we will meet. I have this naïve belief that we truly are friends somehow, and one day he will come out from behind the window pane and we will play together…”
Me: “… til the end of time.”
Friend: “So, you seriously think this is what goes through your cat’s head when he stares at his reflection through the oven window?”
Me: “Well, maybe that’s pushing it. But one has the freedom to imagine he does.”
Friend: “It’s a cat.”
Me: “A magical cat, with magical powers… With enough imagination, everything is possible!”
Do you ever have these moments? Like when I kept seeing my cat stare at his reflection in the oven window and I wondered about what he was thinking. It led me to imagine stories. All these random plots were forming around what was passing through my furry companion’s head while he looked into the oven door glass.
It can happen at any moment of the day. Sometimes it’s when I am day dreaming at my desk, or zoning out at work. Sometimes it’s seeing a bunny cut across the road as I’m cycling home. Something catches my attention and next thing you know my imagination takes over.
I’m not sure yet how my day dreaming complete life stories after having stared at ants crossing the road will help me on my journey to social media marketing. However, I know I have enough imagination to think up something!
How about you? Do you consider yourself a creative/curious person? Do you enjoy the small moments in life and let your imagination roam free from time to time? Or are you actually trying to reconnect with that part of you to help with content creation?