July 22, 2019, 8:35 pm

I don’t really have multiple personalities. I’m just Odd.


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Horse

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I don’t know if many of you realize that Horse, Valis and Odd Greg are the same person. Those of you who do might wonder why (or even how) I decide which I will use to post something on this site. Well, pour a coffee, pull up a chair and prepare to be mildly amused.

Firstly, I do not have a problem with multiple personalities. Even if I possessed many personalities, it still wouldn’t be my problem - but I’ll leave the logic behind that to you as an exercise. I do, however, possess multiple states of mind. We all do, so that doesn’t make me any different from anyone else. Oh, sure, I’ve this little inconvenience in the area of psychological aberrance that comes with a fancy title, but I’m not alone in that, either. So why do I post as different pseudonyms? Well, it depends on what I have to say. I’m compartmented that way.

I post as Valis (usually) if I have something site-related to say. That’s my administrator’s hat. (Sometimes it’s an administrator’s helmet.) Generally, I try to avoid posting much in the way of creative works under that account.

I post as Horse when I’m in a twisted humor frame of mind. He’s really just a character I created for a story. But, any writer will tell you that some characters have a life of their own. Horse is one of those characters. If I were to have multiple personalities, he’d be the one to get me in the most trouble, and probably into the wildest fun. I don’t know – maybe I just feel he gets away with stuff I could never dream of passing off as acceptable.

I post as Odd Greg because - *bing* - that’s who I am. What you read is what you get, the genuine article, the guy behind the mask, numero uno. My poetry, lyrics, essays and thoughts-a-meandering are posted under that account. Now-a-days, anyway.

Oh, I have other special utility accounts I use to be flippant, sarcastic or banal, but the above are my primary accounts. So you can clearly see that I do not have a problem with multiple personalities. We get along just fine, thank you very much.

My pants are on fire. That's not really saying anything. All of me is on fire.

Arlen

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 I have a question, and a confession to make since you have so boldy made yours... *g*

I have about... seven characters on this site. I used to have fourteen, but the rest... well that's ancient history, ha-ha! Two are unaccesible, and the rest were related family members. Since I could not find the members (family) to become connected to anyone else outside it, I deleted them... they were a dead cause... it did tear me up a little. And whatever was from that was deleted as well... because I couldn't keep up with so many accounts... :(

  I have these cards and I lay them down in front of me openly:

Aderes
Arlen
Isolde
Lightning
Thunder
Topaz Skulley
Zypp

  Seven... seven characters, haha... not funny... kind of sad.


 I am trying to share my pieces of mind... but I am not as creative as I used to. Good for you Odd that you can hold your 'three selves' together so well! I could hardly keep all of mine... hardly.

  Since we are on the topic, 'Does anyone need my characters to post to anything?'


 And Odd, here was the question:


  "Was someone talking to you to make you confess this, or did you feel confusion from everyone else?"
"If life was like a clock, you know... 'It goes forward, and has its own special tick, with its own special scratches and fashion',... what about the ones that really do go backward?"

Odd Greg

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Naw, no one was talking to me about it and it's fairly hard to make me do something I don't want to do. That takes a singular talent or credible threat of bodily harm in one form or another. Anyway, I think of it more as a revelation than a confession. I mean, it's quite possible that my Mother is still crawlin' around in my head and urging me to 'fess up' about things. But this isn't one of them.

I do this sort of thing spontaneously. Or maybe I just think 'it's all about me'! *tips hat to an old thread on another forum*
"If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it."
~ Toni Morrison.

Bjelli

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Here I'm just Bjelli, although Bjelli is a mask if you've known me by other names in other places.

Gwyn. Hi!

I once read a story called "The Traveler in Black." I remember only two things from it. The first was the terrible fate visited upon those who blamed their lot on past generations. The second, was the difference between a man and a god: simply this.

A man has many natures, but only one name.

A god has many names, but only one nature.

Here we have many names and many natures. I reckon that makes us story-tellers.

Ember

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This is great, wanted to bump it. Im not sure if I have multiple personalities or not, but I prefer Bjelli's comment we are story-tellers.

Wilderness and all its thorns
tangled up around my horns
Climbing the stars into the midnight hours

Krysondra

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To think I was here before, and after, some of the multiplicities that have posted and yet still cannot be the great I AM...... 

"A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story." - THE LAST UNICORN (1982 movie)
If I could change anything, I think I would start with the name
The truth is all those angels started acting the same
And I know there's no going back now cause life in Eden changed

S Barialles

Jewlz

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I totally relate to this. I've had a bunch of personalities on here over the past 11 years. 
Lillian
Sophie
Alice
Christian
magenta
Mercy
Olivia
and a few more

The main ones are Jewlz, Lillian, and Sophie. These three are very close to my heart. Especially Lillian. Don't know why, but Love her.

Also, Krys. I love that movie so much.

And Yeah. We are story tellers. Which makes us special.

Odd Greg

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Ernest Hemingway and Cat

I'm currently in an extended state of mind that I call 'My Hemingway'. It ain't pretty.

I don't actually look like Ernest Hemingway, nor do I possess his command of writing and storytelling, but there is something recognizable in his face. Particularly in the image above. This, I think, is due to a number of things - all originating in my youth. I mean after all, isn't it in our youth that we are most vulnerable and, therefore, apparently ripe for all manner of abuses? Certainly in my families. I say 'families' because I was passed around a tad too often. I'll bet most of us can regale each other with harrowing tales; most of which are terribly private and, well, terrible, from our childhood.

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

~ Marilyn Manson Annie Lennox

Sometimes we abuse ourselves.

I don't feel sorry for myself, though. Not at all. I just live with it.

I have a stunningly good memory. No brag, just fact. I learned early in life to not make that obvious. In fact, I found life was easier when I played dumb. You know, that ignorant boy over there in the corner who can't remember anyone's name. And that was true - I still have problems with names and will until the day I kiss the dirt. But I remember a very great deal. Playing ignorant has almost always smoothed the choppy sea of my life, and I continue to play ignorant of many things today. I won't go into the medical terms for it, but I'm perfectly damaged. A beautiful disease that warps perception, sees energy in swirls in the air, and can remember the stink of my uncle's cigar as I laid in the stroller - too young to control my hands. Now I fear that I am getting to old to control my mind.

I can (and have) given an hour long lecture on the relationship between the Theory of Thermodynamics, the matrix of quantum energies and particles, and how I believe they relate to how we think, the interface between physical life and spiritual life, and why science is blinded by its own pragmatism. I don't even need notes. But who wants to listen to that? It's in my nature, just as my awkwardness in most social situations is in my nature.

I'm a poet, a scientist, a musician, a songwriter, a programmer, an artist, a writer, a dreamer, a skeptic, a believer, a thinker, an imagineer, a hater, a lover and an alien stranded on a backward planet. I still can't find my spaceship. Have you seen it? It looks like a white almond with a matte finish about - oh - this big. And I have accomplished a great deal in life - fueled by fear of failure and the hunger for perfection and recognition. Boy, what a mess.

I've been away in my Hemingway - a state of mind not unlike shock, lost in a sea of contradictions and insanity. I see most of the world as insane - and no one can function like that. So I don't. I find it hard to communicate when I'm in my Hemingway. I retreat to my hermitage in silence. I hide, to simplify. I hide in too many memories, in my inability to reconcile that - due to the people who educated and raised me as a child - I am psychologically damaged; a war wound that I do not wear as a medal with pride. There is no cure, I am told.

And I dreamed I was dying. I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly,
and looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly.
And I dreamed I was flying. High up above, my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty, sailing away to sea. And I dreamed I was flying.

~ Paul Simon

This generally only lasts a month or so. It's been going on a little longer than that now. Sorry. Here, hold my coffee. I'll be back momentarily.

Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying - is to get some rest.
"If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it."
~ Toni Morrison.

Jewlz

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I actually relate to this pretty well.

I go through a state like that from time to time. Sometimes it lasts a day, other times it lasts months.  Normally it only lasts a week. But I get it.

I hate to be that guy by the way, but the music snob in me can't help it.
That first music quote was originally said by Annie Lennox in Eurythmics, Not Manson.
Sorry, if that came off asshole-ish. It just bothers me when my ladies in Rock don't get their credit.

Anywho! Our different mindsets and past experiences make up who we are. And honestly, even with all the hardships I've dealt with , I wouldn't change a thing. And I think if you guys were any different I don't know if we would all be the same kind of people. Basically, what I'm saying is I love you guys the way you are.
Including you, Greg!  In all your crazy glory. *hugs everyone*

*squishy moment*

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Yeah, I knew that Annie Lennox wrote the song but I was listening to Marilyn Manson's version - hence his name instead of hers. I'm subversive. I have them both. It's a tad edgier. I'm sure Annie will forgive me. Hell, I doubt she even knows. And you really should know better than to imagine that I don't concern myself with the ladies of Rock, as you call them. Frankly, there is no real issue here. In my world, musicians and performers of all races, genders, sexes and belief system receive equal attention - so I really don't know why that's a problem for you. : ) Are you sexist? *chuckle*

This state of mind is often called a fugue, but that's not always accurate.

Thank you for your reply, Jewlz. I appreciate it. I miss writing here, too.
"If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it."
~ Toni Morrison.

Jezebel

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I heard that song the first time I took LSD (DO NOT RECOMMEND, Have had to take Thorazine for many years because of an extended horrible trip) and both Eurythmics and Mansons versions came on and so did Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" =D

Im working out my multiple personality disorder that no one believed I had by making my characters meet. I'm kind of spiraling out, I'm tying a knot and hanging on, and I found a little way to make money on the side helping an older disabled man do his chores and clean his house. I just hope he doesn't get the wrong idea. I felt comfortable at his home, which was strange.

This demon still misses his motorcyle. Posting as Wifey. She's in charge, most the time. Poor thing sure doesn't need another Ahab. Saved her.

Godsmack Everybody scream!!!!! Turn that shit up louder!!! Make it all go faster!!! Play it through the witching hour!!! Take it to 1000 HP!!!!

*Makes the "I Come in Peace" symbol*

And I knew you were an Alien, Odd Greg. So am I.

I'm a Mothman and a Reptilian. I know male demons need their coffe. I personally don't like the stuff. I'm more of a soda and cigarette and candy person.... Eh..... Pouring the sugar on me don't work and neither does the water... Devil sips the water. Thanks for the great post about your family, I related to it, A LOT. I got 'passed around a little too much, too.' And I always make the mistake of asserting my intelligence, I wonder if I'm looking for justice?


I walk you through the nicest parts of Hell, words like fire coming from my lips.

Odd Greg

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Very interesting response, Jezebel. Thanks for posting it.

You know... just looking at your signature image, I think that you and Horse may actually get along. :-) Or be family. I can't tell.

So... do you know where your spaceship is? I can't find mine and it's driving me crazy.
"If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it."
~ Toni Morrison.

Ember

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(same person as Jezebel, just mid-post last night, fell asleep writing)

But yeah, Mom walked in my room, about to go out with her boyfriend and she's like "what's under your tongue"

"uh---nothing..just some candy"

"whats under your tongue"

"acid"

she leaves. I turn the radio on. Or rather start listening to it. and they played all three of those songs. I'll never forget, and that song about faces coming out of the rain? people are strange? It was amazing, but I don't recommend the drug at all, I think I mutated, people say I 'grew' and I'm like 'the little lies we tell ourselves' but my feet are now almost a size 9 when the other women in my family have small feet and my finger and toe joints seperated. im a hybrid of an amphbian and more dragony type reptilians. I found your amphibian thought comment a bit frustrating, I have to say I am envious of the more clearer reptilian patterned thoughts, but it makes it harder for them to read our minds *grins* I come in peace, though, but I can be something when Provoked or angry, but I learned that they like the ones that are loud and scream, it's like being a pin-cushion.

and as far as real life goes, I do believe I was Jezebel's husband after she was murdered, and sometimes I let her take over on the forums. I've been looking for my wife's incarnate vessel, and I think I found her, but she won't respond, but yet accepted the friend request. I hope I wasn't just a stepping stone for her, but I can't say I'd mind if I was. I just wanted people to stop attacking her and slurring her and let her be happy. I just wanted to see the poor woman smile. she got eaten by dogs.

Jez: that's enough...*says my name to her*

Maybe so, I took your advice that no one wants to read a story full of men, not even a gay man, and started posting females. I have four now?

I also got an abused chihauhau that when I leave I have little presents all over the floor. Jeezeus. I'm supposed to go out dancing. Just glad I don't feel like if I stand up all my bones will break. It's my nervous system driving me crazy and I thought I was really losing it for awhile. I'm an Mkultra victim but I'm trying to ignore them.

My spaceship has been pestering me too. Mine's black. I have a question for you: Is an anti-hero still a hero? what if you got turned into a bad guy trying to save another angel because there were beings that treated you like a used car salesman? but Im female, they can't trap me... I hope...

'they make fools of us together, oh they're laughing and they're talking and it always hurts to see them now that everything is different'

I'm not sure what I'm doing with Jezebel, she just wants to be with her lol I typed 'bub' instead of 'hubby' that tried to save her. she was bothering me for years on the astral planes. had someone irl scream jezebel and pass out and others have detected her around me. I never took another woman into our relationship, as far as I can remember... I remember the night she didn't come home and I froze, paralyzed with sadness in our marriage bed... But I may have had a little too much fun with the boys. Boys wanna have fun, too, val =p Im just both. Or something more. Im not sure, Ive been calling out to the higher realms. Ive been working on a brain fixing machine and a healing chamber, but the medicine dulls the mind and makes me forget, but it's ANOTHER full moon, the other one had me wolfing out and I spent all my money. I've applied for 3 jobs now, going to apply for 2 more. Wish me luck, Mom saw a shooting star on the phone with me tonight and I told her to wish for that for me. :/ ?

Oh and Jez picked out her photos herself. I am her legit ex husband. I don't think she knew that, just saw a gothic girl to fuck with and then we both remembered and laughed. she's funny and so smart. Let me integrate her personality with my writing ability and get her cozy with her feet on Earth and see where this goes.

Wilderness and all its thorns
tangled up around my horns
Climbing the stars into the midnight hours

 

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