I’m going to be writing about the article in the New Yorker about Ealter Mitty. So Walter Mitty is a person who daydreams at the worst possible times. Like at first he was daydreaming about being on a ship and sailing on a crew while he was driving, and then, while he was daydreaming he was speeding on the highway. And then after he drops off his wife at the hair thing to get her hair done, he starts daydreaming again! Now he dreams about being the doctor at a place and doing surgery and being popular and stuff. And then he wakes up and almost runs into another car and dies. After that, he starts thinking about what he forgot to buy at the grocery store. Then he starts daydreaming once again, about killing somebody with a gun. And then, he talks to himself about puppy biscuits and gets humiliated by a women who was passing by. After he gets humiliated, he sits in a chair at the hotel and starts daydreaming once again. This time he dreams about flying something in war or something like that. After his wife wakes him up, he walks with his wife out of the hotel. His wife forgot something at the hotel, and then he starts smoking by the drug store and starts daydreaming again. This time about getting executed by a bunch of people. Now, why was he daydreaming? Because his life is boring and his wife sucks. All she does his boss him around and he doesn’t do anything in his life.
