The Very Quiet Young Ladies Guide to Multiple Personalities
Part Two.
Part one of the story can be found here.
I am writing this as a kind of serial story, I'm going to do a few hundred words every Saturday night until I finish. I'm really hoping to get this done because it has been six years since I had the idea and three attempts to actually finish this stupid love story and I'm getting tired of having it on my pile of shame.
I was living with Alice when I bumped into the lady with the red hair. Yes I know, Alice and Allison, it wasn't the worst combination of names for a couple but it was close. We'd met at a party and she was nice, Gareth and Kelly from my work had dragged me along thinking that social interaction would be good for me(Gareth had met me when I was a slightly more frisky ENTP and kept wondering what happened to change that, first impression apparently really do last a lot longer than you'd think).
I was rocking a mostly demure ISFP with a strong 5 on the Kinsey scale, Alice and I pretty much hit it off instantly and after I pulled out my tablet I could actually talk to her for a few minutes before the booze and such got to us. We were living together about a month later. I remember loving her so much at the time.
I think that Gareth was heartbroken, I didn't realise it at the time but looking back it is pretty obvious now. Alice and I lived together for almost six months before I tripped over the lady with the red hair and apologised. I knew instantly what I'd done, it had happened before, I usually had a system for it. I'd wait out the week, fake it as long as I could and then when it was over I'd talk to the person again and get my last self back. I just had to get their name and contact details or follow them home or pretty much anything and I'd be fine. This was of course assuming that I didn't prefer my new self.
Sadly the red headed lady was a tourist or something and she was back in whatever country she was from before I could find someone willing to call the police and get her detained on terrorism charges so she'd be stuck in the country until I could get in touch with her. She untangled herself from me and then jumped into a taxi and with a heavy accent she said International Airport and I never saw her again. I never learnt her name or where she was from, but wherever she is she's now a introverted lesbian whose soulmate is living somewhere in Sydney.
If I've been someone for a long while it can take a few days for the shift to really kick in, the personality is changed instantly but the habits of a long while aren't. The things you've been doing for so long don't feel quite right, the way you hold yourself feels wrong and everything about everyone seems to be off. And they can tell usually, they can always tell.
Alice didn't notice I wasn't gay anymore for about a week, that was a bit of a blow to her. I tried to think of a way to break up with her that didn't involve the fact that I didn't like girls anymore, but she noticed it eventually while I was thinking of maybe taking up smoking and watching gardening shows, her two most hated things in the world.
We had a fight, her shouting and me signing because a tablet doesn't really allow for much in the way of angry emotion compared to insane hand gestures in Auslan, she'd learnt sign language for me, god she really did love the old me. I almost screamed at her but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Even though I didn't love her anymore I was still in the habit of being in love with her and I couldn't take who she was away from her.
She moved out to her cousins house that afternoon and I was alone again in the silence that was my world. I used to use the internet to try and maintain some kind of living social life, but even online people would notice if you acted differently all of a sudden.
She texted me to say she was going to come and get her stuff about a week in the future. I had it already put aside for her in the box that the microwave came in.
Two days later I met Jeremy, yeah, that was a good day.
My Day.
I did pretty much nothing today. I went out to Kenmore Village and then Indooroopilly Shopping town looking for an open Post Office so I could submit my passport renewal application form, which sadly I didn't find because I left it too late in the day. I did get myself some oil for my car however which was much needed.
After that I decided to give the game Watchdogs another shot. I ended up playing that for about six straight hours and now I just want to sleep or play some more of it. Not sure which way I'm going to fall.
Tomorrow I don't have to play soccer which is nice, I'll get to sleep in a bit and then will spend the afternoon looking after my brother.
A weird thing happened to my other brother just this week, the money in his birthday card from my grandmother was stolen but the card and envelope were not taken. It was a weird thing, I don't know what to think about it.
YouTube Clip of the Day.
The Trailer for Edge of Tomorrow, which I saw last night.
Part one of the story can be found here.
I am writing this as a kind of serial story, I'm going to do a few hundred words every Saturday night until I finish. I'm really hoping to get this done because it has been six years since I had the idea and three attempts to actually finish this stupid love story and I'm getting tired of having it on my pile of shame.
I was living with Alice when I bumped into the lady with the red hair. Yes I know, Alice and Allison, it wasn't the worst combination of names for a couple but it was close. We'd met at a party and she was nice, Gareth and Kelly from my work had dragged me along thinking that social interaction would be good for me(Gareth had met me when I was a slightly more frisky ENTP and kept wondering what happened to change that, first impression apparently really do last a lot longer than you'd think).
I was rocking a mostly demure ISFP with a strong 5 on the Kinsey scale, Alice and I pretty much hit it off instantly and after I pulled out my tablet I could actually talk to her for a few minutes before the booze and such got to us. We were living together about a month later. I remember loving her so much at the time.
I think that Gareth was heartbroken, I didn't realise it at the time but looking back it is pretty obvious now. Alice and I lived together for almost six months before I tripped over the lady with the red hair and apologised. I knew instantly what I'd done, it had happened before, I usually had a system for it. I'd wait out the week, fake it as long as I could and then when it was over I'd talk to the person again and get my last self back. I just had to get their name and contact details or follow them home or pretty much anything and I'd be fine. This was of course assuming that I didn't prefer my new self.
Sadly the red headed lady was a tourist or something and she was back in whatever country she was from before I could find someone willing to call the police and get her detained on terrorism charges so she'd be stuck in the country until I could get in touch with her. She untangled herself from me and then jumped into a taxi and with a heavy accent she said International Airport and I never saw her again. I never learnt her name or where she was from, but wherever she is she's now a introverted lesbian whose soulmate is living somewhere in Sydney.
If I've been someone for a long while it can take a few days for the shift to really kick in, the personality is changed instantly but the habits of a long while aren't. The things you've been doing for so long don't feel quite right, the way you hold yourself feels wrong and everything about everyone seems to be off. And they can tell usually, they can always tell.
Alice didn't notice I wasn't gay anymore for about a week, that was a bit of a blow to her. I tried to think of a way to break up with her that didn't involve the fact that I didn't like girls anymore, but she noticed it eventually while I was thinking of maybe taking up smoking and watching gardening shows, her two most hated things in the world.
We had a fight, her shouting and me signing because a tablet doesn't really allow for much in the way of angry emotion compared to insane hand gestures in Auslan, she'd learnt sign language for me, god she really did love the old me. I almost screamed at her but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Even though I didn't love her anymore I was still in the habit of being in love with her and I couldn't take who she was away from her.
She moved out to her cousins house that afternoon and I was alone again in the silence that was my world. I used to use the internet to try and maintain some kind of living social life, but even online people would notice if you acted differently all of a sudden.
She texted me to say she was going to come and get her stuff about a week in the future. I had it already put aside for her in the box that the microwave came in.
Two days later I met Jeremy, yeah, that was a good day.
My Day.
I did pretty much nothing today. I went out to Kenmore Village and then Indooroopilly Shopping town looking for an open Post Office so I could submit my passport renewal application form, which sadly I didn't find because I left it too late in the day. I did get myself some oil for my car however which was much needed.
After that I decided to give the game Watchdogs another shot. I ended up playing that for about six straight hours and now I just want to sleep or play some more of it. Not sure which way I'm going to fall.
Tomorrow I don't have to play soccer which is nice, I'll get to sleep in a bit and then will spend the afternoon looking after my brother.
A weird thing happened to my other brother just this week, the money in his birthday card from my grandmother was stolen but the card and envelope were not taken. It was a weird thing, I don't know what to think about it.
YouTube Clip of the Day.
The Trailer for Edge of Tomorrow, which I saw last night.
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