Multiple Personalities

My usual routine on a morning is to get up, settle myself in front of Homes Under the Hammer* with a cup of tea and a chocolate digestive breakfast and begin checking my emails. It takes a while; at a recent count I realised I have eight email accounts, spread over three personas.

There's The Real Me (TRM), who has two email accounts with the uni, one with work, one with my internet provider, and others with Hotmail and Yahoo. I can't remember why; I think I set some up to give to companies I didn't want to talk to. They sometimes send me vouchers though, so I check them. I realise this completely defeats the purpose of having an address solely to be spammed. My internet provider just gave me one unasked for, which I ignored for several years until they started sending me letters that referred to emails they'd sent me. So now I have to check that one or risk incurring their wrath. Since the internet is my life, I cannot risk this.

Then there's Cellar Door, who has accounts with Mental Nurse and Google. She shares the Google account with another online persona, who will remain nameless as she uses it to write bad fanfiction**. She does not use it for any writing in the Mentalsphere, however, as she is trying to remain compartmentalised and hopefully, less confused. She is failing.

What I find odd is that each persona does kinda have their own personality. TRM is quite different from Cellar Door, and very different from Ms Fanfic, who is probably the least, erm, inhibited of the three. Yes, there are some things even Cellar Door doesn't talk about, for fear of completely alienating her readers. TRM only usually talks about them when drunk, and only in highly select company.

There are, at present, only two people in the whole wide world who know both about Cellar Door and Ms Fanfic. Mr Door is one, and he's not allowed to read Ms Fanfic's stuff. He only found out about her recently, after I got obsessed with a story and he started wondering why I was ignoring him (again) in favour of the laptop; he briefly made fun of me before I pointed out that he is a camera uber-geek and that he really isn't in a position to be making fun of anyone. The other one is a friend, who has her own geeky proclivities and so has been supportive. She is also the only person who get's to see the near-full extent of TRM's hormonal angst, loathe as I am to introduce Mr Door to The Nutter Within.

TNW has been quite active lately, since I started on the new anti-baby pills; I had a slight attack of hysterical laughter that turned into a crying jag whilst on my own in the car the other day, all prompted by an apparently innocuous thought about a book I suddenly wanted to read. Fuck knows what that was all about.

Anyway, I'm back at uni tomorrow, so will settle back into my uni persona. This one comes across as quiet and shy; I shocked one bloke the other day when I casually mentioned an act of violence I was planning on committing on the dickhead at the bar. Apparently I don't come across as being the violent type. Clearly my cunning disguise is effective.

They do say it's always the quiet ones...




*Yes, I sleep late; and?
**Yes, I'm a complete geek; and?