Voices In A Crowded Room
There are many people within me. Maybe it is better to say that there are many personalities within me. In these pages, you can quite easily see The Poet, and The Romantic. These things are most easily revealed to a silent audience, and easy to express with a keyboard and all the time in the world. Maybe The Romantic appears in MSN and the like too. A very select few people might get to see The Charmer. I'd like to see more of him; but there are several walls which must be broken down before he can emerge. Most people who meet me will likely find The Idiot, or at least The Introvert. Such forces are largely dominent, much as I try to hide them. I rather flatter myself to think that, when time and fate demand, The Leader* can raise himself to action, and take control of a situation or of people. Finally, like a relection shimmering on water, The Witty Observer appears from time to time. He sees and hears all, and will occasionally step forward to express himself. Sadly, he is often in conflict with other people - such as The Idiot and The Coward, and so appears rather later than would be appropriate. Ah yes, The Coward. He is never far away, and doesn't hesitate to seize control over my mind and body when I need it the most.
I hope that those who know me can read this and recognise the various apsects of me - even the unflattering parts. Because if that is true, then I have a reasonable measure of myself. But perhaps there are just too many voices for me to break it down so simply. I have scarely mentioned the quiter, more subtle voices that ring around my mind. The Creator, The Pessimist, The Arrogant, The Conscience. I suspect that these show themselves less in my outward personality, but, for the record, they can still make quite a racket when roused.
*People who don't like me may prefer the description 'bossy'