Running away

I got this as a gift. I am so excited to have something personalized. When my friend-colleague gave this to me this afternoon, I was mentally jumping with joy to see a personalized gift. After that I just pocketed it and we went for a coffee and he coerced me into going to the bookstore, for which I am really thankful for since I got Herman Hesse's book! All these years I never really owned anything of this sort and it really blew me off to see colorful beads shouting my name.
My NAME.
Sookie, is not my name. But still, I have come to think of it as my own.
Its the way people acknowledge and associate a personality to that name makes me wonder if they were to meet me in person, would they be disappointed? Or would they be happy to know that I am not a snooty-snob as I seem to be on the net.
But giving me this gift, my friend acknowledged both my personalities - my perpetual cynical self and my philosophical pesudo self.
I love my gift!

This is how far I have come I think; to accept my pen name with equal intensity as that of my own.
I liked me today a little more than I liked myself yesterday.

Is that how we fall in love too? By accepting things as our own even though it does not belong to us? Are things really that simple where in two people have to come to terms with acceptance with each other and just...live. I guess not. If things were that simple, then people would have been bored to death with lack of relationship drama. I mean come on, even I stop reading stories where two people have understanding, trust and open communication.
Yeah, normalcy is overrated and a tad bit boring.

ASP! Thanks a million for this!

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