Happy Halloween, 31 October 2001
Guest article by Clarissa of the Anachronic Army
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I had an interesting Halloween. I didn't know what to wear this year, so last night I took about a hundred "Hello, my name is..." labels and wrote a hundred names on them in different writing styles. I stuck these all over my body, and told people at work that "I came as myselves".
"Hah hah hah. How creative!"
"Damn, girl! That's a lot of names!" To which I responded, "I ran out of room."
"So you're a multiple, huh?" I said, "Yep," and wished I could tell people that for real. I wish I could come out of the multiple closet.
"So you're a schizoid, multiple personality..." someone said, waving their hands about. Dear gods. I wanted to go into one of my political rants about how schizophrenia and multiplicity are two completely different things. Instead, I gritted my teeth together and thought about Jim Carrey in "Me, Myself and Irene". It was the dumbest multiple movie I've ever seen with apparently no research into multiplicity at all, but it was still funny. I tried to think about how hilarious my costume was. Costume. Hah hah. Hah hah hah.
"Wow. You need prozac or zoloft!" someone said to me elsewhere. Antidepressants? Oh sure. All multiples are apparently depressed. I forgot! I hope you can read the sarcasm.
"You need to be locked away!!" said someone else, laughing. My costume felt more and more like a social experiment rather than a costume.
"Hah hah. That's a good costume for here. [Company name] is full of mentally ill people."
"How did you come up with so many names?"
"Oh, you graphics people are so creative!! I love it!"
I started to think to myself, no, you don't understand. This is who I am. This is who we are. We're a multiple passing as a singletype in a costume as a multiple. It was really surreal.
I took the labels off at noon. It was just too weird.
of the Anachronic Army
