For those of you who don’t know me, you should know that I have more than my fair share of imagination. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve always had it and hope I always will. Writing has actually been a constructive outlet for it, but it has also made it a lot more daring and curious. For example, lately, I’ve been imagining what inanimate objects think.
I know that they don’t actually have any thoughts or emotions of their own, but they probably would if they could. So I create some for them. I picture the love seat with half a dozen people on it groaning and whining about the abuse it takes. I assume that cars are just as frustrated and annoyed at the traffic as their drivers are. They love cruise control and the open road too.
So I was watching the Superbowl last night (well, half watching) and there was all the usual talk about what the players and the coaches and the fans must be feeling right now. And as I watching the replays of the passes and interceptions, I couldn’t help but wonder what the ball was feeling. I figured it must be an adrenaline junkie.
Think about it. Why would anyone or anything want to be on the field with players that are 100x their size and 500x their weight? I got tackled in high school gym class a couple of times and almost razed down by the football team once in the hallways, and that was more than enough for me. So a football must really have nothing to loss, everything to gain, and must absolutely love the rush in order to put itself through pure abuse. It must think that a perfect spiral is freedom and the thrill of the game is the stuff that legends are made from. But I imagine it’s cursing itself when its under a pile of 10 or so sweaty men and that it feels a bit unappreciated when it’s dropped after a touch down to make way for a victory dance. Somehow, I doubt that most footballs feel its worth it by the end of the game.
Believe it or not, there is actually a point to this post. For those of you writers who are always looking for prompts, this is actually a good one. Instead of writing about what a glass on the edge of the table thinks or how a flower in a garden feels, pick an object that is a little bit more dynamic. Something that everyones knows, but always takes for granted. And don’t be afraid have it poke fun at the user. You know if they could, they would.