I’ve played it before. This game where you observe those around you and create a story for them and their lives. You construct this fantastically detailed world in which you think they reside.
Tonight, I overheard the story game being played by others. A mother and her pre-teen daughter. European and English as a second language, though fluent and heavily accented.
They wrote the story of my life as I sat on a bar stool scribbling in a notebook at Newark airport.
In their eyes, I am exactly what I’ve always dreamed of being.
They wove a tale of my career as a famous, talented, artistic writer who traveled the world for inspiration. I was funded by my loyal and incredible husband who loved my passion and supported my creative soul.
Gold star my new, foreign friends. Gold star for scripting the life I will have soon.