Plots and plans

Yesterday I was walking through town and this guy randomly came up to me and started talking. It was a little out of the blue, but I’m not complaining! It was quite interesting really. A perhaps strange thing to take from the situation is that one of the first questions he asked was where I was from, since my accent sounded “Australian I think, definitely not from around here”.

I get this a lot. Despite having lived in the same town all my life, people often ask me if I’m – usually – Canadian or Australian. English people. It’s so strange! Once or twice I’ve taken advantage of this and played along with it too.

This got me thinking: technically, I could manufacture my past, make myself out to be someone I’m not. In fact, my past could be made up. Who can prove it? There are early parts of my life that I’m not so sure I remember, as opposed to having created them based on what I’ve been told and photos I’ve seen. My earliest ‘memories’ are entirely in third-person, for instance.

I don’t mean all this in a sinister, conspiratorial manner, it’s just a weird thought. I guess the cliché moral behind it all that the present is all you can be sure of. (…Or is it? Dun dun duuun!)