I have had this pervasive fantasy since I was a teenager, that I would wake up one morning immobilized, and find myself trapped in someone else's head for the day. Preferably someone that I know. Not "Freaky Friday" style or swapping minds and memories, just as a passenger. You'd ride in their head for the whole day, not feeling what they feel necessarily- so you wouldn't be them in any sense - but seeing what they see and hearing what they hear. Like a movie of your acquaintance's day. At the end of the day - or whatever period of time, to be honest I usually don't think about this for this long - you'd snap out of their head with a fresh perspective on their experiences, their routine, the shit they go through on a daily basis. It would help you know them and be better yourself, thinks I.
How long does it take you to get out of bed? Do you really look at your own face when you get out of the shower? (I don't - I only look at my eyes.) Count scars? (always) Evaluate yourself? Got any really strange habits? Are there people you put up with that you would never want a friend to meet? How do you think your friends would react to things you hear at work, or at the park, at school? How many things do you see or listen to in a day that would bore the tits off of your friends? Would they put up with what you're reading, (could they keep up?) or what's on your MP3 player? Or better yet - how many times a day do you think: "Man, I should mention that to so-and-so," and even with cells, texting, Twitter, email, IM and blogs, the opportunity escapes us. What would you change if you knew someone was onboard all day long? Would you treat people differently, not do disgusting things, change what you eat, read, do? If you knew the hot girl was inside your head, would you pick your nose?
Or variations on the theme.
I share this because it passes through my head a couple of times a week, usually relating to a specific person: "Trogg likes this song," or "Layer 8 would know how to fix this," or "I wish PC had seen that." If I miss you, think you would know something I don't, haven't spoken with you in a while - whatever - I might carry you in my head for part of the day, evaluating what I'm doing through a you-tinted mental lens. Just when you thought you had plumbed the depths of my oddity, I give you this.