fragments of reality
when i was a child, i would play with stones in front of my house which was a residential apartment,those stones were like legos to me,
i would tinker with them and if my my neigbours happens to see me they would pretty think i was retarded because i was doing awkward schizo things at my age.
usually i did not do anyhting. my attention was solely on the mini-figures. i could form armies, death squads, police patrols orders then spend hours pitting them out and making them fight hours and hours.
at about 9 years old i realized it was not fun if none of the good guys died. by 7 villians and interconnected dimensions were how i entertained myself.
i had to come up with twists, go deeper into character relationships, forge decade long conflicts, create crossover events, and then occasionally stop everything because my mom nearly admitted me into a psych ward, kids tell stories to other kids, kids tell stories to themselves, kids play god and become toddlerkings because they cannot control the world around them.
such is life
it is not supposed to be cool, we are just having fun. deep down that is all any of this is.
it is a story. it is a genre. it is a fantasy, it is magic. it is comfy.
it is hella cringe, choomba.
it is fun.