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[nny]

Ever just get the urge to shut up shop and start over? In LJ, in RL, in whatever. Sometimes I want to escape everything and pretend I'm someone new, but it's kind of pointless. Wherever I go I'll still be there.

Bad day. Sorry.

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[dramaturgca.livejournal.com]

*Huggles*
Tell me about the sorts of socks you would like...

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Not toe socks. Something brightly coloured, and I also like stripes. Thank you muchly!

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

So. Much.

*hugs*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it's not just me.

*hugs back*

[halfwest.livejournal.com]

When that happens to me, I find a very good treatment is to practice my own peculiar brand of eccentricity, which involves putting on a feathered hat and lots of bright colors and wandering aimlessly around the city. I usually take my guitar along, too. For effect. I rarely end up playing it -- the city's too loud to play outdoors. The point, really, is to step away from the norm, embody the fullest extent of what you wish you were instead of the you that usually bumbles about missing deadlines and getting on people's nerves and being overall very confused. I meet very interesting people just walking around with a guitar and a feathered hat. People respond positively to theatricality, I think because these days there's such a strong drive to be just like everyone else, people forget that life is so much more infinitely complex, and the parts they go through such pains to hide for the sake of the norm aren't really all that strange after all.

If you want to start over, DO IT. For a few hours. If you go out and just put yourself in the world as whatever you want to be, what you need -- the people, the places -- will find YOU. I met a woman from Italy who could tell my ancestors came from Salerno by looking at my eyes. I met an old lady at the bus by the grocery store and carried her things for her; we stayed in her tiny studio apartment drinking blueberry juice and talking about Shakespeare for hours. I've played toss-the-water-bottle with a group of franciscan monks. I've sat on the backs of the lions on the fountain outside Union Station. No, of course it isn't practical to live as a penniless poet on the streets, but there are no laws, at least in this country, against temporary willful vagrantism.

It really IS like starting over for a little while. And while it's true you ARE still there, you get to pick what parts of you show up. Not someone new, but someone you're not often allowed to be.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I'm brave enough. There's a reason I spend so much time online. :)

But thank you for telling me that. I envy you.

[nepheliad.livejournal.com]

Nny? I know. I so know. It was so nice talking about it with you today, I remember that I should IM you more, and I should RP with you more, because you do make me oh-so-happy and I've passed the stage where I'm nervous 'cause you're a mod. you're Nny-like-knee, which I got right, and .. I totally should just talk with you more.

So much love. So much.

[chains-of-irony.livejournal.com]

But we like you being you...

:( *clings*

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

I do understand, I really do. I've even done it a few times in little ways.

*tight hugs*

[tropes.livejournal.com]

Yes, indeed.

[ms-ntropy.livejournal.com]

I've always wanted to empty my bank account, but the best used car that I can and then drive it as far as it'll go. When I get there I'll find some cheesy road side diner to work in. One with a wide variety of pies in domed plastic display cases, that make their wait staff wear gingham.

That's when I'll become Mabel, and when I know things will be okay.