World Collisions

Emma Candler Carpenter - birth certificate
Emma Candler - Mom and Lauren when they're trying to get my attention
Emma - surprisingly, very few people
Imma - Robin, Jake, and anyone who lives in the South
Bimbo - Lauren, my precious big sister
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeema - Megan
Slut/Stripper/Whore - Jenny and Linzlee
E - Linz
Meema - Dubbs
Big Sisser - Kindall
Emmer - Mom, Uncle Monty, Will
My Darlin, Princess, MY Emma - Daddy
Em - James and Jon
Crotche, Ehmma - Anna

So many names, yet all for me. Odd. It's as if I'm more than one person, yet...I'm not. Just me. Take me as I am; it doesn't matter what you call me. I'm still me. Or aren't I?

Come to think of it, I am different to each one of those names. I suppose it's just becuase of my worlds. I have more than one, just as everyone does. Let's see, there's the Home World, the Friends World, the School World, the SCA World, the NYLC World...each one hosting different people, memories, and names, apparently. Some people fall into more than one world, but for the most part, they stay separate, each having their own peculiar label. It's easy to accept your own multiple worlds, for that's simply the way life is for you; the challenge comes with accepting the worlds of others.

Prime example: teachers. We see them on a daily basis in a single setting - the classrom. Teachers only belong in my School World. However, they exist in other worlds as well, worlds of their own, even if we don't want them to. Every time any film or production depicts a parent entering a relationship with their child's teacher, the succeeding conflict occurs because the child refuses to allow their teacher to exist in an alternate world, especially their Home World. When more than one of these worlds collides, things are thrown of balance. Tension.

This summer, a person of great consequence in my life (who for all practical purposes I'll call Eric) happened to mention that they were going to visit Montgomery. When I asked Eric why, he essentially said that he was here to visit some buddies he had made while on a cruise. So, naturally, I told Eric he should call me so that we could see each other while he was near. Each day passed with no call, until I found myself with a beautiful Friday night and nothing to do. I texted him (haha the beauty of cell phones) only to discover that he had left town early that morning and was already back home, about five or six hours away. Disappointing? Definitely. Maddening? Slightly...well, definitely. Actually, I was furios. Here he had been within fifteen minutes of me and had never called; AND he had chosen to visit people he'd known through a drunken lull for a week when he had not once thought to visit me when we'd be friends for over a year. Now, of course after realizing how incredibly self-centered I was acting (he did have a viable reason for leaving town early), I found that I was, to an extent, relieved I hadn't seen him. I didn't want him to exist in any other world of mine except for the one he already belonged to, and had I seen him, he would have. Balance would have been thrown.