It was bound to happen.
It was written long ago, on papyrus in an ancient land, that it would happen.
It was foretold.
It has happened.
It happened yesterday.
My Inner Woman has revealed herself.
Having a whole host of personalities dwelling within me it shouldn’t really come as a surprise that one of them – or even some of them – would be feminine. I think a little female influence may work wonders on Bernard and Fred when they return form their open-ended mission to find all of the needles they are looking for. I’m sure she would be only too willing to learn from Tom the Geek, or have Fingers type something for her. To read more about some of my inner personalities, click here or here.
My Inner Woman revealed herself at the very end of my post ‘I’m Not Superman’, from yesterday. She revealed herself as Wonder Woman, although between you and me, I don’t think that is her real name. In the interest of confidentiality, and also because she hasn’t revealed her real name to me either, we have two options.
Option One
Go along with her, and say that she is Wonder Woman. Granted the wisdom of Athena, the strength of Hercules, and the speed of Mercury, concealed in the beauty of Aphrodite, she entered the mind of Aquatom1968 to help to bring some normality and stability in the randomness and chaos that existed in a kind of unchallenged way.
Option Two
Name her Thomasina and have done with it. I was nicknamed Thomasina many years ago when I was the only boy working in an office full of girls, so it doesn’t sound that strange to me anyway. And besides, it is easier to say than Wonder Woman, but equally doesn’t conjure up the kind of image as to the woman she is. I am. If I was a woman.
I’ll leave that little name debate debating for a while. Thomasina could be Wonder Woman’s alter ego in my mind. Well, I have so many alter egos what difference would another one make?
Hopefully, my Inner Woman will have a calming influence on me, particularly at times when I need calming. I don’t feel stress very often, so she probably wouldn’t be needed that much. I do hope that she doesn’t become an assertive influence on my behaviour though. I don’t think they make nice shoes in my size. I can hear her tutting now, and saying ‘Luckily I only wear boots.’
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