I've been thinking lately about how we create our own realities. I don't live in the same world you do. And I don't mean in a bizarre metaphysical sense, like I've somehow achieved a higher state of consciousness. Although sometimes after a sleepless night and a couple of Dr Peppers I think I come pretty darn close.
Well, to a higher state of consciousness or to being certifiable. Either/or.
What I mean is this. You could live in my apartment complex. You could have a five year old daughter and a three year old son. We could come from the same race, religion, socioeconomic background, have the same level of education, so on and so forth. And still we would live in different worlds.
Politics is an easy example. There is one politician on the national scene that quite honestly makes me sick to my stomach. How anyone alive could think that [redacted] is an intelligent, sane person and should ever be given any level of power over more than, say, a family of hamsters (and even then, I quite like hamsters and would worry about them), is beyond me. And yet there are people--many people--who think that [redacted] is the [insert political mumbo jumbo along the lines of "the future of the party" here]. It boggles my mind. Just as, no doubt, my intense aversion to [redacted (but redacted would be a pretty cool name, right? Especially if you spelled it with brackets)] puzzles these people to no end.
We live in the same country, have access to the same news articles and information, and come to completely opposite conclusions.
Same world, different realities.
This is also why, when new moms get told how easy they have it with their newborn, I like to let them know that there's no such thing as an easy baby. Just because someone else had it harder, doesn't mean you can't struggle. I mean, my babies were DEFINITELY harder than yours and I'll tell you stories that will make your blood run cold, but the point is, that doesn't make your experience any easier.
What's funny is this applies to fabricated realities, as well. I carefully crafted every aspect of Paranormalcy, created the entire world. And yet readers come away with completely different views. One character in particular, Reth (whom I think is absolutely delicious), inspires reactions that range from "Can I have his number?" to "I feel sick every time he shows up." Same book, same words, opposite reactions.
And in case you were waiting for a point to this post, there isn't one. I just find the human experience in all its variations fascinating. The more I realize that my world isn't the world, the more willing I am to accept people, even when they are idiots and like [redacted].
(But seriously, people, [redacted]? Really? I still don't get it.)
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see about having my name changed to [redacted].