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Sooo much work, but I'm very happy with it. I don't usually like my handwriting, but I wanted this page to be personal. The edges flip up for more pics and journaling.

This is what the journaling says (may be a few minor changes, I typed it before I wrote it out.)

The whole problem starts at birth, when they give you two names. Not one, but two that you have to carry around with you for the rest of your life. Two names that they put on every official document pertaining to you, two names that have to go on your drivers license. So it's no wonder that people get confused.
I think I'm having an identity crisis. It would seem that way, considering that for every person who knows me, I seem to have a different name. Not only that, but each name has a distinct personality. Here's where it started.
I came into the world Bobbi Katlyn. They named me for a piece of machinery - not a mountain lion. Bobcat. I mean, sheesh, your build fence with the thing. But, they decided I should be called Katie. Along with the plethora of Katie nicknames. We spelled it KT, so it's fair to say I started off with initials. I stayed Katie until I was nine. This is probably why my Katie personality can be so child-like. Katie can be a silly little girl, who does and says silly and stupid things. Katie is the name that my parents, grandparents, and cousins call me. Katie isn't very individual - like the name, which is widely popular, Katie is a follower. I always was at that age. And I didn't like it, so it had to change.
When I went into the fourth grade, I changed schools. Too many Katies in the world, I thought, so I started going by my first name. Bobbi. Now Bobbi is an interesting person. Somewhere along the line, Bobbi developed the overachievement gene. In school, nothing but A's were good enough, I had to do everything and be the best at it. Bobbi can't handle losing. Bobbi is also over-emotional. I cry at sad commercials, and live for sending sappy cards. But Bobbi works hard and is very confident. Bobbi is the name I think of myself as. I address myself as Bobbi, and more people call me Bobbi than any other name. It is the largest part of my personality
But then, it got tricky. BobbiJaye flew up out of the need to distinguish myself from my mother in the band. BobbiJaye is purely a singer, a performer. And sometimes, as
BobbiJaye, I fall into a melodramatic pattern that gets me into trouble. But of all my names, BobbiJaye is used the least. And there's one single solitary reason for that.
BJ...what can we say about BJ. A nickname given to me by KJ when I first met her. The initial thing really needed to catch on. BobbiJaye was, afterall, too long to keep typing out. And funny, although this name came to me last, it has the strongest personality attached to it.
BJ is a fireball...passionate, ambitious, and intense. BJ isn't afraid of anything, or anyone. As BJ, I've taken on people and done things that I normally never would. And BJ gets things done, that's for sure. BJ is the part of my personality that forces me to stand up and disagree when I think something is wrong. But BJ is also creative, and introspective...BJ is the name I write with. My pen name, BJ Duncan. There are only a few people in the world who manage to get through BJ's thick skull. A lot of people use it...but it's just that few who really understand it. Sometimes, I wonder if the other personalities of mine understand it even. But if there's one thing to be said for it, BJ is a fighter.
So you see my dilemma? Sometimes I act like Katie when I should be acting like Bobbi, and I make an idiot of myself. Sometimes BJ overpowers everything, and I scare people away. I just can't seem to get these names in check.
I don't think it's a problem that can be fixed, and I wonder if I'll keep attaching new names and personalities to myself as I go. I have always liked Alex, and afterall, it's about time for something else to complicate me, y'think? So for now, I'm signing off, but as for who I'm signing off as, I'm not sure. Perhaps I'll play it safe, and just end with a simple -
Me`

I'll post the stuff under the flaps separately.

Bobbi


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