It’s certainly a freer existence than most, though doubtless it would eventually catch up to her. Someone who knew her by one name would meet her while she was going by another and the whole mess would fall to pieces.
I sometimes wonder about people like this, though, the type who can pick themselves up and plop themselves down as easily as breathing, drifting like tumbleweed, never attached or connected to other people for longer than they choose to stay. I don’t think I could do that. I’m more the sort of tree that absorbs all its water through its roots; try to cut me out and I’d wither away.
This is somewhat admirable. Whoever this woman is has the chance to reinvent herself whenever she feels like doing so. She can completely erase who she was with a whole new name. This woman keeps track of who she was with each name, hence how she knew a person by what name they called her. She remembers what kind of person she was just be recalling the name. She could revisit that person and disappear inside that name and become someone new for five minutes, an hour, a day. Then, when the time comes, she returns to her most recent name.
Some installments are clearer than others, it’s true. Sometimes I care more about how a phrase sounds, or about how strange it sounds out of context. In the text below each installment, I try to strike a balance between asking questions to readers, revealing something, and leaving it all up to them. I hope you enjoy some of them, clear or otherwise!
I didn’t change my name, I simply translated it into the language of the country I have adopted as home. And grew a new personality to go with it.
I like this me better. And I’m never going back.
on the net a couple of times. most of the name’s i chose from those i used in my stories. like octavia, jasper, june, octavian, and even general. i like those names… :)
I love it. I’m going to do this now.
It’s certainly a freer existence than most, though doubtless it would eventually catch up to her. Someone who knew her by one name would meet her while she was going by another and the whole mess would fall to pieces.
I sometimes wonder about people like this, though, the type who can pick themselves up and plop themselves down as easily as breathing, drifting like tumbleweed, never attached or connected to other people for longer than they choose to stay. I don’t think I could do that. I’m more the sort of tree that absorbs all its water through its roots; try to cut me out and I’d wither away.
Sounds like a Stargirl…
This is somewhat admirable. Whoever this woman is has the chance to reinvent herself whenever she feels like doing so. She can completely erase who she was with a whole new name. This woman keeps track of who she was with each name, hence how she knew a person by what name they called her. She remembers what kind of person she was just be recalling the name. She could revisit that person and disappear inside that name and become someone new for five minutes, an hour, a day. Then, when the time comes, she returns to her most recent name.
I like this.
Reminds me of myself, I’m not really understanding what you are saying in most of these things. It would be nice for some clarification.
Some installments are clearer than others, it’s true. Sometimes I care more about how a phrase sounds, or about how strange it sounds out of context. In the text below each installment, I try to strike a balance between asking questions to readers, revealing something, and leaving it all up to them. I hope you enjoy some of them, clear or otherwise!
This is not the original, I liked that one better.
Online, I have a couple of different names, depending on my mood…
I didn’t change my name, I simply translated it into the language of the country I have adopted as home. And grew a new personality to go with it.
I like this me better. And I’m never going back.
on the net a couple of times. most of the name’s i chose from those i used in my stories. like octavia, jasper, june, octavian, and even general. i like those names… :)