MY IMAGINARY FISH

...is dead. I don't know how he died, he just did. I told everyone, but I don't think they believed me. It almost always went like this:

me: "My fish died..."

them: I-didn't-know-you-have-a-fish stare

me: "... but it's OK, becaue he's imaginary."

them: You're-absolutely-insane stare

Of course, it differed from time to time. For example, when I was in my friend's car, I started questioning whether or not my dog was imaginary, too. I never really figured it out, but I don't think he is, since I got him from some other people. But what if they were imaginary, too? Another example of inconsistency:

me: "My fish died..."

her: I-know-you-don't-have-a-fish stare

me: "... but it's OK, becaue he's imaginary."

her: "You don't have a fish."

her: "You never had a fish."

me: "You never saw him because he's imaginary."

her: "You never had a fish."

me: "Just because you couldn't see him..."

and it went on for days...

The most memorable incident, however, happened in Mr. Wood's geometry class. As you probably remember, in the car I found myself questioning whether my dog was imaginary or not. In Mr. Wood's class, I found my self questioning whether everyone and everything were imaginary or not. As best as I can remember the incident that occured days ago, here it is:

me: "Mr. Wood, you're a figment of your imagination."

Mr. Wood: "No I'm not, or else I'd imagine you away."

me: "But I'm not a figment of your imagination."

Mr. Wood: jumps up, reaching for the ceiling, only to fall back down

Mr. Wood: "Look dude, if everything was imaginary, that would have worked."

me: "You weren't imagining hard enough. If you imagine hard enough, you can walk through walls, like this."

me: walks into wall, making teacher next door angry

CJ: walks through door

Mr. Wood: "CJ just walked through a wall."

Will: "<rdude>, I imagine you away!"

me: "But I imagine myself back!"

me: "Mr. Wood, say I was a figment of my imagination and you were a figment of yours, and..."

Discussion continues for 15 minutes

Mr. Wood: "Oh, just take the day off!"

Class: happy that there is no homework

However, the problem still exists. Am I imaginary or not? What if we're all figments of our own imaginations? We imagine ourselves. Then the social universe as we know it would still work if we could make our imaginations dependent on each other. For example, say Joe is getting an F in math. Mr. John Doe believes (imagines) himself to know that Joe is getting an F. When Joe gets his progress report, he sees an F. Why? Because, in respect to Joe's math grade, Joe's imagination (and his mom's, too) is dependent on Mr. Doe's imagination. Joe expects Mr. Doe to know his grade. If Joe imagined very, very, very, very hard, he might see an A+. However, his mom's imagination would still be dependent on Mr. Doe's, and she would see an F. This would cause a major discrepancy, but it is unlikely this would occur since Joe would have to imagine so hard.

Think about it. In essence, all you'd be is an imagination. Nothing more, and nothing less. People tell you your imagination is important, well it's a lot more important than you thought. Your imagination could be the one thing you have. Soar with it.