POP QUIZ!
What do Lord Voldemort and I have in common?
A.) We both fraternize with snakes in our spare time.
B.) We both want to seize control of the wizarding world and purify it of those dratted mudbloods.
C.) We were both reborn in a kettle using a magical concoction of blood from Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter, and our dead fathers.
D.) We both have split up our lives into horcruxes within different locations and are probably en route to developing acute schizophrenia.
The correct answer is D. Whereas Voldy had himself split seven ways (he was complicated and had many layers, like an evil onion), I find my life divided between three completely different places (I guess that makes me a smaller, but probably more confused onion).
Parts of me - my passions, my interests, my strengths and weaknesses - are practically nonexistent in some places but define me in others. I do not feel 100% myself most of the time anymore and no longer have a sense of a base and no incentive to ever nest and invest in my surroundings - everything is fleeting, temporary, and leaves me craving for just a little bit more time. Not to mention the physical things that are haphazardly and inconveniently scattered across my three homes. For example, my camera is here with me in Calgary right now but the USB chord and charger are both in Chicago. Each of the books within my Millennium Trilogy series currently sits in its own city. I own anywhere between three to four identical instances of any article of toiletry. I use two phones, two laptops, drive two cars, play with two cats, fiddle around on three guitars, play on three chess sets, visit four different libraries, check five e-mail addresses daily, surf the net regularly on six or seven different networks, carry a dozen keys with me at all times, and have a partridge in a pear tree. I put time and effort into staying in the lives of people I care about but still end up doing a mediocre job across the board, so I pathetically suggest they read this blog if they want to check from time to time that I still exist somewhere on this planet.
The only things that are constantly actually with me at any given time are usually my personal computer and the documentation I need to board a plane. And a spare tube of travel-sized mascara.
Keeping track of all this stuff is confusing and exhausting. I don't know how Voldemort did it - sometimes I feel like I'm going to have an existential crisis and shatter into three pieces. Or that I need to invest in some serious cloning technology. Where's Hermione's time turner when you need it?
What do Lord Voldemort and I have in common?
A.) We both fraternize with snakes in our spare time.
B.) We both want to seize control of the wizarding world and purify it of those dratted mudbloods.
C.) We were both reborn in a kettle using a magical concoction of blood from Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter, and our dead fathers.
D.) We both have split up our lives into horcruxes within different locations and are probably en route to developing acute schizophrenia.
The correct answer is D. Whereas Voldy had himself split seven ways (he was complicated and had many layers, like an evil onion), I find my life divided between three completely different places (I guess that makes me a smaller, but probably more confused onion).
Parts of me - my passions, my interests, my strengths and weaknesses - are practically nonexistent in some places but define me in others. I do not feel 100% myself most of the time anymore and no longer have a sense of a base and no incentive to ever nest and invest in my surroundings - everything is fleeting, temporary, and leaves me craving for just a little bit more time. Not to mention the physical things that are haphazardly and inconveniently scattered across my three homes. For example, my camera is here with me in Calgary right now but the USB chord and charger are both in Chicago. Each of the books within my Millennium Trilogy series currently sits in its own city. I own anywhere between three to four identical instances of any article of toiletry. I use two phones, two laptops, drive two cars, play with two cats, fiddle around on three guitars, play on three chess sets, visit four different libraries, check five e-mail addresses daily, surf the net regularly on six or seven different networks, carry a dozen keys with me at all times, and have a partridge in a pear tree. I put time and effort into staying in the lives of people I care about but still end up doing a mediocre job across the board, so I pathetically suggest they read this blog if they want to check from time to time that I still exist somewhere on this planet.
The only things that are constantly actually with me at any given time are usually my personal computer and the documentation I need to board a plane. And a spare tube of travel-sized mascara.
Keeping track of all this stuff is confusing and exhausting. I don't know how Voldemort did it - sometimes I feel like I'm going to have an existential crisis and shatter into three pieces. Or that I need to invest in some serious cloning technology. Where's Hermione's time turner when you need it?
i woulda guessed C
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