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I Decided To Act Like A Complete Kid Today

And last night as well. Last night I raced matchbox cars. Today, I'm building offices for my lego people. It's all very interesting, trust me. And messy. Very messy.

Did I ever mention that I talk to myself? Well, I talk to my lego people too. As well as my stuffed animals. And my matchbox cars.

My mom says that I have always been very family oriented/organized/based. For example, with my matchbox cars. I group them together (or in my mind when I play) or they group themselves together by color. Let me put you into my mindset. In their world, they don't like the other colors. Some, like the doubles (they have more than one main color), like everyone. But everyone does not like them. Personally, I'm sort of partial to the Green ones, but that's just because green is my favorite color. Purple is cool too. Reds are annoying because I have several old ones from my brother when he moved out. Reds think that they are better than everyone else because they have more than any of the other colors, and because they have some of the oldest ones. Yellows annoy me too. None of them are very good.

Good at what you may ask? Racing. I've got this race track. It's not very cool or anything, but it works. You hook it to a chair or something. It then slopes downward, where it does an upside down loop, before going out another foot or so. Then it stops, the car makes a jump, and lands on the other side, on another track. Well, some of the cars can't make the loop. And even if some of them make the loop, they can't jump very far. Some of my cars can jump 16 cars and still land all right on the other side. The champion of this is a light orange car. Runner up is a white car. That's another problem. I recently got some new matchbox cars. I got a green one, blue one, white one and gray one. I especially needed those colors. My green cars are all very good, all five of them. They needed someone else, so I got someone else for them. He turned out to be very good. He was the champion for all of the green cars. That is, he managed to jump the farthest distance of all of the green cars. They were all proud of him. Some were a little jealous, but overall they were proud.

Now, as for the blue cars, they are a sorry bunch. There are about ten or so of them, but not many can even make it around the loop. About three of them can't make it around the loop. The others can, but only about three or four of them are any good at the jumps. One of them can jump about ten other cars, and I think that he was the champion.

It's not that all of my cars are he's. I just really don't like to get into a PC argument. So, maybe in my mind, a lot of them are he's. But some of them are she's as well.

The white cars especially needed another car. There are about seven white cars, but only three of them can race. The other four are too big to fit on the track. They aren't very nice either. They are big and old, but they are always beating up the younger, smaller cars. They steal their oil and roll off laughing. It's rather sad, really. Finally though, they got another car. It was certainly a good car too. It even beat out the old white champion. Trust me, she wasn't very happy about being beat out. She had previously been the reigning champion of the white cars. Everyone was afraid of her because she was so good. She is shaped like a panther. A white panther.

The grays are really quite sad cars. There were only two of them. One was part of this old train set I have. It is really squeaky and can barely make it down the track. The other one can only jump about three cars. But finally, they got a new member of the team. It really is quite cool. It is obviously a racing car. It's really flat and close to the ground, and at first I wasn't too sure how well it would do. But it proved itself. It really got going and jumped something like thirteen cars.

So what are you thinking now? You're probably thinking that I'm totally crazy and really boring, right? I have been playing this sort of game since I was a little kid. For me, it's fun. But it's a solitary game. I mean, it is an independent sort of game. Good for playing when you're by yourself. My parents always thought that I had a very good imagination. Also, there weren't any other kids my age in my family. Not brothers or sisters or anything. I'm 17 right now. Yeah, I know I'm acting a little bit under my age. Okay! So I'm reverting back to being 7. Heh. Whatever. You really should try it. It is fun. I'm fully enjoying it. You should hear me talk about my legos. In fact, I think I might go ahead and do that before I go back to actually playing with my legos.

Legos

Somewhere in the grand scheme of things, I think I was designed to be forever different. Like I said, I'm seventeen and still playing with matchbox cars and toys designed for much younger people. I still talk to my stuffed animals, and they still talk back. We talk about toys and food and how much they miss sleeping on my bed. They talk about how they don't like school (okay, I haven't played that in a very long time). They talk about who are the bullies and who are their friends and who they don't like.

Legos are much the same. I like about three or four different games with them.

1. I take off all of their shirts and legs and helmets and everything. I arrange them in order, close to their things. Lego people are different. Some are older and only have their pants and shirts to their name. Others are newer. They have helmets and visors and ships and cool stuff like that. So I play a sort of growing up game with them. First level is when they are born. Some are born with plain heads and some are born with faces that have all kinds of interesting things on them. For example, some have hair painted on or glasses or they are totally alien and funky looking.
   
   So they grow up. Some of them get their shirts and pants and immediately go on into the world. The higher class ones keep getting stuff. Sometimes, I make it that the lego people who look older, are the earlier generation. So they end up being the parents of the next generation. I just enjoy putting on their parts and everything. They talk to each other; showing off their helmets or hats or pants or whatever.
   
   
2. This next game that I play is a variation of the first game. They grow up, but they grow up with other lego people's stuff. That's interesting, because I get to see how they look with other stuff on. They keep their heads and sometimes their shirts (so I don't get them too mixed up).
   
   
3. This particular game is the longest one and the messiest. Work. They are all grown up. Some of them are friends now. Everything comes from two siblings. At least it used to. This year, I added another head person. He's the head of the misfits. The misfits are my lego people whose heads don't fit on any bodies. Nor are there any bodies to put the heads on. They are bodiless heads. So they built their own bodies. They're a little weird. They don't look like the rest of the lego people. They are certainly more high tech than any of the others, but they have arms in weird places and don't have very normal legs/feet.
   
   But the two siblings are bosses of two businesses. One of them is the good one. She is my favorite. She was the first one that I ever got. Sometimes, she is a he. It just depends on what kind of mood I am in. She wears a black helmet with a green visor. Her shirt is white except for a big green 3 right in the center. She wears a black airtankHer pants are white with a black outline.
   
   Her brother is the bad one. He is dressed all in black, sort of a Darth Vader type. He's not Darth Vader, but looks like him. He has a black helmet with a black visor. His shirt is black with gray lines. I think those are straps for his seatbelt. Although, they might just be part of his uniform. He has black pants.
   
   They pick their friends. Then they pick some of the older, more run down ones. The ones in the middle, the misfits, choose their own and choose others that would have been at the bottom of the corporate ladder.
   
   The first section is comprised of four units. The first unit is the big bosses office. It sits higher than the rest of the units in the first section. It's bigger and is more comfortable. The other units in the first section contain the boss's friends. (I understand that this sounds more like life than just a game.)
   
   Second section has 5th unit (the boss of that particular section), and then some other ones underneath them. The head of the second section has a better office than those of the rest of their section. At the same time, their office is nothing like the first section.
   
   And on it goes. The offices get crappier. Before long, there are big holes in the walls, and the computers turn into guns (for security duty). Then the guns turn into wrenches and hammers, for maintenence. And then, finally you get down to the bottom. To the offices that barely big enough of the lego people to sit down in. Where there are holes everywhere and the wrenches and hammers turn into mops and brooms. They are the janitors. They are the older people or the misfits.
   

I just realized that this scenario sounds rather cruel. Why are the lower offices so bad off? Overpopulation. Too many lego people for the materials that I have. So, why not just use fewer materials at the top? Then they will be able to have better offices at the bottom. Well, I guess it's just interesting for me to find materials enough to build some semblance of an office for those at the bottom. Maybe this is not so much playing in an imaginary world, but playing reality with imaginary people.

I never realized that. I have never written it down. It never occurred to me that this "game" that I played was more real than I had thought. It seems that this sort of thing is how the world works. Huh.
posted by Val at 12/29/2001 04:31:00 PM