As I said, my name is Alfie Strange, and I am entirely fictional. But in order for a fictional entity like myself to come into being, there must be a NON fictional person available to act as a door way. Mine came in the form of Chris. (I shan't be using real names in this blog, But rest assured these people do exist I just feel it would be in appropriate to name drop.) I'm not the first fictional being to come though Chris... I've met many others, most come and go without ever having as much of an impact as I've managed to. Some stick around and you'll get to know them in the future, just as I have. Chris has been having a rough time over the last year or so. there's no real reason for it - not major family issues to speak of, only the usual financial worries, not major health issues. But for whatever reason, Chris's mind was in a constant state of flux. This weakens the barrier between what is real and what isn't and, once this has begun, we (The fictional beings that everyone has in their heads) find cracks though which we can slip and join the party.
From here on in, it might help for you to think of Chris's mind as a living room. In this room, there's a sofa and a TV and we're all sitting watching the TV. The TV represents the 'real' world and as we sit watching (Chris is in this room also) every now and then one of us speaks up... much like when you sit screaming the answers at a contestant on 'Who wants to be a millionaire' who ever shouts loudest, wins. Most of the time at the moment, thats Me.
I hope this explains a little more about how I came to be... no doubt I'll re-jig this metaphor over and over again (I ADORE change) but for now, I think it'll serve the purpose well.
Regards,
Alfie Strange
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