In her masterful book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Mindy Kaling details a creative exercise strategy that she terms “Revenge Fantasies While Jogging:”
“If it weren’t for my imagination, I would weigh ten thousand pounds. This is because the only way I am able to exercise anymore is through a long and vivid revenge fantasy.”
Examples of her dreams range from the dramatic “my husband is murdered in Central Park on an idyllic spring day” to the less violent “I get that woman who was rude to me at Saks in trouble.” While I admire Kaling’s inventiveness, I can’t say that those fantasies occupy my mind as I jog slowly around the Tufts track. I’m normally busy baby-watching, dog-watching, or man-watching. All of these are quite pleasant diversions from my sluggish pace.
Instead, as I’ve settled into my new city and started dating again, my mind has been occupied with a different type of fantasy. Sometimes, I dream about meeting people who have ghosted me and giving them a piece of my mind.