At heart, I’m an improviser. Stuff goes wrong- what are you supposed to do if your contingency plans crumble like cotija if not improvise?
Almost every situation is an improvisation. Nothing quite repeats and every iteration is a chance to display a new pathway.
This is where my dastardliness comes into play. No evil plan is complete without a daring flourish, without a bluff, without going all in on jokers.
One game I like to play is when I’m out in public, completely playing around with who I am. This harmless bit of fun involves changing up my mannerisms a bit- how I hold myself, the inflection in my voice, if I’m being bold and don’t think I’ll meet the people again, my name, profession.
The ultimate impractical joke- the thrill of being someone else is riveting. How will you be a hero of a thousand faces without the Rolodex of identities?
The other part I find compelling about it is paying attention to people, the things they appear to do when they think no one is looking.
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