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In which i fantasize


Today I was in my spin class barely paying attention to what I was supposed to be doing (working out) and thinking about what I NEEDED to be doing (making reservations and other assorted shit) and also fantasizing about what could possibly happen in my life.  Are you thinking, “What does that even mean?”  I’ll tell you.

 

I have a habit of fantasizing.  I know, I know; that’s not that unusual as everybody fantasizes somewhat but mine always spiral out of control.  For example, I’m going to be taking a trip to California.  I’m starting in the Sonoma Valley and then flying to Los Angeles and eventually making my way down to BlogHer in San Diego.

 

I’m pretty psyched although that’s a really long trip for me and I hope I still have some energy left by the time I get to BlogHer.  At any rate, I’m going to be meeting (hopefully) some people for lunch or dinner in Los Angeles.  Now the last time I tried this it was a huge clusterfuck and nobody was around but I’m optimistic that it’ll work out this time. So I start imagining where I’m meeting them for lunch and pretty soon the conversation has spiraled out of control.

 

By out of control I mean we have such a good conversation (in my head at least) that I end up going to other events with the person and then I meet other people and before I know it I end up on a talk show where of course, I “WOW” the host and the audience and then my “Professional Talk Show Guest” career takes off.  Eventually, I shake my head and realize that “SHIT, it happened again!”  Another runaway thought pattern and I’m still sitting here in Greensboro, North Carolina supposedly working out hard on my spin bike.

 

I decide I need to concentrate and I think about how I need to book flights to Vermont for next week.  Then I wonder who I’ll meet in the airport or on the flight and then all of a sudden I’m having these incredible conversations with complete strangers and BAM…there I am again in FantasyLand.  I spend mucho time there.

 

I’ve had complete conversations in my head with all sorts of people.  Politicians, actors, actresses, producers, talk show hosts, head of companies…you name it, I’ve had the conversation.   Of course, sometimes its difficult because I have to “create” both sides of the conversation and their side has to be interesting enough to keep me going but “My Side” has to be downright fascinating.  See how difficult these fantasy lives are?  That’s why not just anyone can do it.

 

Obviously, when I head for a destination like California they’re even more ridiculous than usual.  I usually have a number of people that I fantasize about running into.  They’re either people who I have “crushes” on or people that I find “interesting” and I’d love to talk to.  In my fantasies, I ALWAYS manage to run into these people.

 

The first part of my fantasy is that it’s always a coincidence.  I’m either at a store, a restaurant, a park, the airport…I just bump into them.  Then we start chatting (because that’s what I do.  I talk to everybody) and of course, we’re getting along so swimmingly that we decide to just hang out.  By the end, we become friends and then I’m pals with a person I’ve long fantasized about.  See?  Sometimes, I don’t like the way the conversation is going so I literally go back and rewrite the entire meeting in my head.  I spend CRAZY amounts of time doing this; usually when I’m supposed to be doing something else.  I guess that’s why I rarely get the stuff accomplished that I’m supposed to be doing IN REAL LIFE.  I’m so damn busy in my head that I don’t have time for the normal grind.

 

Well, I just thought I’d give you a glimpse into the crazy mind of Lynn MacDonald aka All Fooked Up.  Originally, All Fooked Up was about the people around me but more and more I’m thinking that perhaps it’s really about me.

 

Hmmm… I’ll have to think about that.   Let me see if I have time to consider that thought because my brain is rather busy with some rich fantasies.

 

I’m just saying …

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15 Comments

  1. Kim Sasso
    July 20, 2011

    You are not alone! I’ve been fancying myself “wowing” audiences on talk shows since the days of Mike Douglas and Merv Griffin. Sometimes I was so good that I got to stay in the ‘first chair’ for the whole show. But thanks to blogging I am regularly faced with the reality that there are a ton of women out there who are funnier and/or wiser than I am. ….Speaking of that, thanks for stepping all over my dreams. :-)

    • Lynn
      July 20, 2011

      Hahaha…there are people funnier than me too! But I don’t let that stop me.

      Sorry about screwing up your dreams. I mean, I am a professional talk show guests,,

  2. Name *
    July 20, 2011

    Alas, I do the same thing as well. While I am supposed to be clearing my head of everything in yoga class my mind is really racing a mile a minute. And considering I am shy and tongue tied in real life, my imaginary conversations will never come to pass.

    Sounds like an AMAZING trip. Have fun.

    • Lynn
      July 20, 2011

      ahhh…i’m not shy at all in real life and i’m totally assuming it will ALL come true

  3. Trinh
    July 20, 2011

    Why just the tease….I want the hilarious deets of your conversation with your “imaginary” crush who becomes your best bud who you spend the rest of the evening with crashing party after party!

    • Lynn
      July 20, 2011

      ok…well, i don’t usually put EVERY detail out for the public consumption though

  4. magikladee
    July 20, 2011

    This is ok and all, but please tell Andie I miss AFU Rival.

    • Lynn
      July 20, 2011

      hahaha…i told her

  5. liz
    July 20, 2011

    HAHAHA! Of course, Lynn! Isn’t EVERYTHING in your world really all about YOU!?

    • Lynn
      July 20, 2011

      hmmm…i suppose that it is. Of course, i do occasionally notice my friends and family

  6. Suzy
    July 20, 2011

    As someone who has talked to roughly 15 celebrities I’ve “run into” I can tell you the only one who wanted to stay and talk was Mark Ruffalo. A long time crush of mine. And I think the only reason he stayed to chat was because I told him what a brilliant actor he is and how much hotter he is in real life.

    Patrick Dempsey, on the other hand, took off RUNNING when I mentioned Grey’s.

    So be sure and tell the men how hot they are in real life. I also told Angelina Jolie how beautiful she was and she asked me how I was and chatted for about 45 seconds.

    It’s all about the looks out here!

    • Lynn
      July 20, 2011

      Suzy, Suzy, Suzy! Always raining on my parade with a dose of realism. You crack me up. In my daily life, I rarely run into celebrities. I used to in NYC some but, I don’t really have a desire to meet most of them.

      Just one or two that I’m curious about. And they’re not even big time celebrities.

  7. RCB
    July 22, 2011

    Well, at least you fantasize about people who are alive, Lynn (I hope). although I have to say your fantasies are very elaborate. I once heard Elvis whisper in my ear, ‘Too bad you have a terrible voice, son. Unlike me, of course.’ Go figure…

    • Lynn
      July 22, 2011

      well, that’s NOT a fantasy, that’s a mental illness. See the difference?

  8. mike
    August 6, 2011

    I like to imagine that I have “fans” that just stop me and say stuff like “omg! I’m your biggest fan!” And then they have some really intelligent question that’s been burning in their mind about whatever it is I imagine I’m famous for.

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