aren’t we all would we make ourselves to be? why should i contain myself in a box, in a category, in a solitary spot just so you can have a point of reference? so you can stand up and say, yes! i know her! so what? so what if you know me? are you so sure that you do? if you’ve gone through the rules any and come back here that still doesn’t mean much. it doesn’t matter if you haven’t. either way, this isn’t what i am and i refuse to identify myself in such a societal manner.

i’m me who are you? who do you think you are? if you’ve found me via the neighbourhood listings, my name is tissa_m_j_c but if you look it up in the dictionary or dietician journal, etc., etc., you still won’t figure my name or what it means. if you’ve chatted with me at the CR, (or even in the WR) you might have some clues....then again...i could have been lying for all you know. who knows? i change my chat-name constantly. it’s my fishtalk that’s distinctive, i’ve been told. the way i speak/chat/type/what have you....some have said that they can figure which name i’m using if i public post.

you can call me Tissa—or RWS, or PsychoFaerie, as my e-mails suggest... i have a few favourite chat-names, though. i’m not completely schizophrenic—at least, not currently. (therapy is going to stave off any possible attacks, i’m hoping....) like i’ve said, it’s the way i talk that people catch—if they’re paying attention, that is.

chances are, you’ve already chatted with me—the reason why you’re reading this in the first place. the question now is, will you be brave enough to continue chatting with me? scary thought. see you in cyber-space....