While talking about an event with a fantasy theme in the office yesterday, it got me thinking about the concept of fantasy and how it works. I must warn you, though. There’s nothing new in this writing. It is neither rocket science nor porn-related stuff (Unfortunately. Maybe some other time). I’m just writing what most people are thinking.
Wordnetweb.princeton.edu defines ‘fantasy’ as ‘imagination unrestricted by reality’. Since reality is only what you let the world see of you, while a fantasy is kept deep within yourself, therefore fantasy is a perfect projection of who you really are: your best and ugliest, truest colour.
There are two types of fantasies: ones you share with others and ones you don’t. The kind of fantasy you most likely would share with others is the sensible one, for example, being woken up from a long sleep by a true lover’s kiss, or living the life of a feared mob in New York, or becoming the CEO of Apple, Inc. However, the truly interesting ones are those you choose not to share: your deepest, darkest, most wicked fantasies. The world we live in is a terribly judgemental one, ruled with social norms people must follow. So, in most cases, revealing those dark fantasies are frowned upon and may trigger less favourable social reactions. But whatever, I’m going to tell you what my ultimate fantasy is at the end of this post.
I think the discreet component of a fantasy is one of the main reasons why it is exciting. You can fantasize about someone and play that fantasy in your head like a record whenever you like. You could be in the middle of a meeting with this someone (a guy or a girl – whatever, for the sake of this writing let’s assume it’s a guy), you look at him, and at that moment there are endless thoughts that could be running through your mind. You could fantasize about choking him to death because he annoys you out of your fucking mind, or you could be thinking of how much you like that striped shirt he’s wearing, or you could even make mental images of you ripping that shirt off of him. The point is, it doesn’t matter. They wouldn’t have the faintest idea either way. That goes both ways, so who knows, they might be thinking the same thing you’re thinking.
I also don’t think what people are like from the outside guarantees what they could be thinking on the inside. You could look like a boy scout talk like a boy scout and walk like a boy scout, and it still doesn’t mean you can’t like S&M or never think of wrecking your ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend’s car out of jealousy. Does that mean thinking about (generally considered) bad stuff make you a bad person? Some say as long as you’re only thinking it and not acting on it, it’s fine. If that’s the case, what if your partner confessed that he/she fantasized about being with another person? Would you react to that fantasy as if it were action?
In general, here’s my two cents. Fantasy only happens in your mind, and your mind has an infinite component to it. It has no boundaries whatsoever – like universe as we know it. In that universe, you are God, because you create absolutely everything in it. It’s the only place that has no rules. Even if there was one, you’re the one who made it. You can do whatever you like in it. But, outside -in the real world- it’s your action, instead of your thought, that counts.
So there, my ultimate fantasy: being God of the universe.
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Tsk. You do know I’m kidding, right? Because 1). It is more a notion than a fantasy. And 2). I have my real ultimate fantasy, which is …
Ah fuckery, I’m not risking being frowned upon.