I want to introduce you to several of my of “selves,” a sample of the multitude that compete for attention in my cluttered head. Thinking hurts.
My pessimistic self, known as Daria, has been dominant for the last three years. She always thinks that if something can go wrong, it will. Daria is myopic and suffers from a myriad of stress-related disorders. Worrying and whining is a part of her daily routine. Daria isÂ cautious though and always comes prepared. Everyday and everywhere she totes a huge shoulder bag that contains all the necessities for a week away from home. Daria is also fond of squirelling away loose change in a Sola jar and watching in horrified fascination the fluctuating stock market.
Daria has a twin sister, the optimistic and hyper Deedee. Deedee is sunny, childlike and sees the silver lining in every cloud. She is proneÂ to making impulsive decisions without considering the consequences. Deedee loves to eat, especially sweets, crunchy things, and free food. She can talk at the speed of light and has the attention of a fruit fly. She hates math unless there is a peso sign befor each digit. No matter the occasion, she prefers wearing rubber slippers so that her toes won’t feel oppressed. Deedeee also sings anywhere and can gobble down romance or fantasy novels by the boxful.
Deborah is my serious, studious, polite, reserved,responsible and punctual personality. Unfortunately, she seems to be in hibernation recently.
MPD, anyone? In the midst of my mental turmoil, a prayer:
“Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.” St. Francis of Assisi