Everyone seeks refuge in fantasy from time to time; we read novels and watch movies essentially to escape our stressful or humdrum lives. Some, like Melanie, go further and invest their existence with more meaning than it really has, even if this means telling yourself fantastical stories and creating highly unlikely situations out of whole cloth. Truth be told, before I had my health issues, I sometimes would pretend to be a sniper while carrying my gym bag to the gym. I’d fancy myself on a mission to assassinate a foreign official and inside the bag was a rifle and scope that I must quickly assemble to make my hit before disappearing the premises like a ninja.
So much for my defense of Melanie’s imagination. I would not have bothered with such an explanation were it not for two factors: (1) Psychological analysis is all I do these days, thanks to my regular therapy sessions with Dr. Bryson and (2) You, not me, might find our group discussions a bit strange and in need of an explanation.