The first in the Medium Series I am writing about the last year which can be found at the link below.
I am the kind of girl who loves playing improv games, probably why I am ever enamored with Immersive Theater. I love going into an audience and bringing out people who need to set aside their notions of self-importance and play. The kind of girl who finds that shy boy on the dance floor and invites him to dance because I think he probably has never had that experience. The girl who sees you at the festival and asks do you want to have an intimate one on one experience unlike any other?
Last year, I thought I met my match, and we were going to set the world aflame with quirky affectations and silly games. Like St George, conquering the world, armed with foam swords and divine foolishness. Only we would be slaying dragons of tedium and punishing the players of apathy.
I was newly indoctrinated into the tribe of absurdists who played with pataphysics without knowing Alfred Jerry. Suffice it to say my life had made a left turn, and I was ready for anything. Even foundations made of shifting sands.
Ordinary people wouldn't want to add layers of fiction to their lives, alternative histories of both past and present, weird looping timelines that were just on that bubble of plausible. For me, who never claims such affliction as standard issue, this was too tantalizing a prospect.
Thus began a game of gaslighting for fun and pleasure. Unlike actual gaslighting, all parties were aware, and radically consenting, to the playing with reality with the aim of making mundane domesticity more entertaining.