I want a second life dammit. And I’m not talking about those sites which allow you to create your own avatar and live your double life online. Oh no. I want the real deal.
Its Monday morning and I’ve already exhausted my supply of swear words. Is it any surprise that I’m even more incoherent than usual?
During one of my reads, I came across a site which allows you to build a virtual life online. While the idea of a double life online scares me a bit (think about it, it’s probably a haven for pedophiles and sex offenders to exercise their perverted fantasies.) I find the concept of escapism extremely appealing.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’d love to evade the monotony of routine and disappear just for a bit every now and then. To lead a completely different existence to what I have right now. Just for a bit.
Not the type of double life where you have three different spouses in different continents and a Swiss bank account stashed away with money you embezzled.from your grandfather’s company. But the type, which allows you space. To get away for a bit and be somebody else. (Obviously, without causing any grief to anyone else.)
If I could have my way and if finances were unlimited I’d love to have a second life in Spain. Seville, to be exact. I’d call myself Anita and live the life of a (somewhat mild) hippie. Anita would live in a sprawling, rustic cottage in a cobbled street and be a reasonably well known, slightly eccentric artist, whose work graces renowned art galleries around the world (thank god there’s no license for imagination).
She would also have a holiday home near the coast; equipped with an art studio, a horse named Lola and an elderly couple (Mr. and Mrs. Pablo) to look after the villa when she’s away. Anita’s sporadic bursts of artistic genius are usually marked by long absences, where she mysteriously disappears to Sri Lanka, takes on the life of a hormonal teenager, moans about growing up and vents on a blog under a too-long pseudo name.
There you go. That’s my second life.
What’s yours then?
The sky’s the limit.