The wandering mind.

I don't journal well. That is, I am not consistent with keeping it updated.

I'm scattered at the moment. I want to work, I want to play. I want to get on with my life, I want to stop and smell the roses and take a week at it, if I want to. I want to go for a walk, I want to stay inside with my familiar things, and with my secret thoughts and daydreams.

I don't feel like I am affiliated with any particular community anymore. I don't feel that I fit in with Caledon anymore, I know very few people in Steelhead, and a few more than that in New Babbage. I hardly go out and socialize unless I'm providing the music; I think I got discouraged by people being suggestive with me when their attentions were unwelcome or undesired.

Like anyone worthy, I want to be romanced, I want my trust won, I want some effort put into the seduction. I am not at all interested in a quick coupling that's going to go nowhere once all has been done. I leave that for Reg, that's his method, not mine. There are very few people who capture my interest, whereas Reg is a lot more open to things. Then again, Reg has been uncharacteristically quiet lately, and grouchy when he's out...and tame. I don't understand him sometimes.

I am single still. Purrhaps it's safer this way. I can sit in my Hatbox and daydream while I mould hats and create fat bows and flowers to pin to them. I admit it is a lonely existance sometimes, but I've chosen it.

I have a heart full of love, and one day, I will find someone worthy that I can share it with. I believe that.

Reghan puts down her stylographic pen and gazes at what she's written. A sort of twisted half-smile appears briefly on her lips, then she exhales softly as she opens a drawer and removes a sneakily-acquired sepia photograph of someone who has captured her interest. After looking at it for a long moment, she returns it to the drawer, which she then shuts with a muted bang. She then adds to what she's written:

Only time will tell.

Reggie.

I haven't updated this in a long time. So I thought I should, since at the moment I am trapped. Please let me explain by way of an introduction.

This is another facet of me: Reggie. Reggie is, to put it plainly, the result of what happens when the switch from Reg doesn't work properly. Shi, for lack of a better pronoun, is a lot like me, but shi has a lot of Reg in hir as well.

Reggie has existed for a long time, but up until recently was called Reg/han. As someone called me Reggie a few weeks ago, and it was also what Reg was going to call himself originally, it seemed to be the purrfect name for the purrsonality in the middle. Hir first public appearance was at the Blue Mermaid in Caledon on Sea, and shi managed to get the attention of the ladies right away, not unlike Reg.

Reggie is a purrsonality of hir own, yet not, and a complex array of conflicting characteristics. Shi is, amongst other things: outgoing and shy, public and private, daring and cautious, male and female, funny and serious. Shi is a neko but has no tails to speak of, except on the men's clothing shi seems to prefer. At first glance, shi looks a lot like me, but there are some obvious and not so obvious differences.

Reggie does not live in the pocket, shi just simply disappears when the body switches to the more-dominant-at-the-moment purrsonality. But when Reggie returns, both Reg and myself are caught inside hir mind, while our bodies are fused into one. It's a very complex being, Reggie is.

The nice thing about Reggie is that shi has my skills, and I trust hir to fill in for me as needed. It's rather interesting to be caught in the middle like this, thankfully, because it can sometimes take some time to sort Reg and I out so we can be our single selves again.

I hope that Reggie can create a hat for me. I wonder how it would look. Hmm.