At least I ain’t in jail
I sometimes have argument with people in my mind.
I create a confrontational scenario (one which is is likely to happen at some point in the near future) and list of the facts in a completely calm and collected manner (which is how I always present arguments…just don’t ask my ex, lady luck, about this), while the other party is completely irrational and quickly becomes angered at being proven wrong in so thorough a manner.
Occasionally, these arguments result is an late eighteenth century style fisticuffs, or broken bottle fights with lots of slashing and smashing. I develop very detailed and miraculously executed dueling maneuvers, sometimes taking us across varied landscapes and across great distances. These…erm…scenarios are always incredibly elaborate and can occupy my mind for twenty minutes at a time, often to be revisited several times over the course of a day. I, of course, usually win.
Strangely enough, these things never play out like I imagine them (unfortunately), but then again samurai swords and laser cannon are not often laying about…Well, except at Elder Edwards’ home.