There isn’t anyone I’d rather be, than me. I often think this, and congratulate myself on my maturity and better judgement – I wouldn’t want to be Rod Stewart, or Mick Jagger, simply because it wouldn’t be the same. How could it be? I wouldn’t be me – I’d be him, there would be no me for comparison, I’d simply be Mick Jagger being Mick Jagger and comparing himself with himself, and thinking oh, I could have been better, or else just thinking how great I am, depending on how he may or may not see himself or think of himself.
Anyhow, aside from all that, I thought to myself, yes, ok, I don’t want to be anyone else, but what about being a fantasy person? If I don’t have the imagination for it, or simply don’t want to be someone else, what about a total fantasy? What fantasy person would I be?
Well that’s a good one! I’d not thought of that before – I’d be a good looking guy, on a motorbike, I’m a guy on a motorbike anyhow, (but I don’t often think I’m all that good looking on it) So I’d be a little smaller – small guys on big bikes look better, cos the bike looks bigger, and to me, thats sort of better looking somehow. I’d have blonde hair, thick and curly preferably, and I’d be super confident, always surrounded by girls (in bikinis most likely) Women do like me mostly, and I do enjoy that, but I’m not that confident around women. Oh, I am really, but I have no idea what they want from me, so that’s a bit uncomfortable at times.
If I were better looking and more confident, I wouldn’t care what they want from me, I’d just supply it automatically and without self doubt or questioning – a reflex reaction if you will, one which women would love and I dunno, respect and adore I suppose!
Also, and furthermore, around other men, I’d be basically worshiped, cos I get all the girls and everyone wants to know that secret, but knowing all along its just the kind of guy I am – pretty damn cool when it comes down to it.
I’d not be an artist, no need – probably more of a sports guy, or a great mechanic, or a sporty great mechanic, (with loads of girls)
Sports are for guys that know they can win, or simply enjoy taking part – art is for losers, its a secret weapon. Art can attack from behind, or up from under the softer belly parts, its sneaky, and Mr Perfect, well, he’s not sneaky!
So that’s it really, and I actually would be called Mr Perfect! Whats wrong with that? If the name suits the personality?