The latter day Walter Mitty.

I feel as though I am Walter Mitty at times. James Thurber was required reading in elementary school. A story about a man that has been so worked over by life that he escapes into his fantasy life where it is okay to do that which he would never dream of in real life.

I think about that now and ask rhetorically; why isn't this required reading for everyone over the age of thirty? What happened to good old Walter is common to every Jane and John Doe out there striving hard just to make it one more day. Now don't let me make you think I'm henpecked, not at all.

The longer I live and observe how obsessed we are with entertaining ourselves I realize that perhaps we are escaping our hum drum day to day to live in a Mitttyesque world. We just adore those desperate Housewives and even enjoy seeing William Shatner facing more dangers than he ever did in outer space in Boston Legal. Both of these shows give us an inside look at the incredible, true reality. Shows such as these depict what Hollywood knows we the public will buy.

Walter escaped the humdrum to be something dashing amazing, a surgeon, a private eye, or some other exciting world. But at least with Mitty he was escaping to the better, now we seem to want to escape to the worst possible. More children today want to be the bad guy.

Good ole Walter even had a leg up on most of us, we go to the movies and rent pay per view in order to escape our lives. Walter used his imagination something no one over five seems able to do these days