*yawn* Blogathon Begins.
In this world of generalizations, stereotypes, shortforms, and labels, how do I define myself? Who is the person writing this blog?
"Who are YOU?" said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.
"I -- I hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then." said Alice.
I am Twyla, my given name. The only nickname anyone has ever given me is "Twilight" and I usually spell it with a "y'' because I think it looks neater. Some of my closer friends call my "Twy" but only they get away with it. I wouldn't change my first name for the world, though with marriage some distant day it's doubtful my last one will stay. I am newsong on the internet when I can be. I am sometimes forced to choose other titles. I used to be supergloofy, but that's an old version of myself that I can no longer identify with. I am an eBayer. I am a churchgoer. I am the annoying cackler in the movie theatre. I am a woman. I am young. I am alive.
Let's consider your age to begin with—how old are you?" asked the White Queen.
"I'm seven and a half exactly," said Alice.
"You needn't say 'exactly'," the Queen remarked: "I can believe it without that."
I have been alive for 7935 days. It is exactly 100 days to my birthday. My blog ID for the blogathon is 222. I watch the clock for 12:34 and 1:23 and 5:55 and 3:14. I am 5'9" tall without shoes. A numerophiliac then, but I hate equations. Music and language and color, three of my favourite things, can each be reduced to mathematical quantifiers. It all adds up. And so because of my dogged pursuit of the truth, I dare to even call myself a scientist...
I am a 20-something. I am a LiveJournaller, an icon maker, and a blogger with a small B, and an internet-savvy member of my generation. I am a webmaster and a web designer. I am a robot enthusiast. I am a sesquipedalian. I am extreme and pensive and intense and talented and useful and functional. I am a Conservative in politics. I am a La-Z-Boy activist. I am a college student.
I am an artist. When people ask me what I do they expect to be told something. I am a graphic artist, that is what I say I want to be when I grow up. But since I never intend to stop growing and changing, that grown up person is a non-entity, and thus the question is moot. Though someday perhaps I will properly inherit the title. I am also a writer. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I am intolerant, and my own self-improvement project.
'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean--neither more nor less.'
I am controversial. I am opinionated. I am goofy. I am pretentious sometimes just for fun and humble for the grace that is given me. I am fearless in most areas of life. I am innocent. I am blameless. I am redeemed. I am a Christian. I am dead to myself and somehow truly alive. I am purposeful. I am loved. I am romantic. I am logical. I am very selective about the reality I accept. I am individual. I am Canadian. I am creative. I am a think tank. I am a geek and a nerd, by my own definition. I am unmovable, unshakable, insidious and warm. I am rarely blind to the faults of others or myself. I am "excessively frank." I am a virgin. I am looking forward to my wedding night, even though I have no idea how long I'll have to wait for it or if I'll ever see that day.
I am planning to have an "Elopement Ceremony" where I invite everyone to see my husband-to-be helping me escape out the window of my house in a flowing, simple white dress instead of a conventional wedding. What could possibly be cooler?
I am among the rich when compared to all the people of earth. I am successful. I am grumpy and stubborn and hard to get along with when I'm tired or hungry. I am sweet and compassionate and care-filled. I am cold. I am hot. I am on fire. I am subdued and a rule-follower. I am the one who starts the revolution. I am the one who steals the idea and does a better job of it. I am a city slicker. I am a Saskatchewanian. I am Canadian. I am savoury, colors, and lights. I am a synesthete. I am a fangirl, but never rabid. I am human. I am built like an ox.
I am beautiful. But I don't always believe it.
I am an abolitionist.
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."
So now the question is, who am I not? And how much broader is that question. It will be covered later.
'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'
This is Twyla's post #1 in BLOGATHON 2007.
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