Twas Brillig

Brillig has engulfed me.

Quite unexpected, really. I’d seen other bloggers use fun names, and I knew that I needed one. I decided very spur-of-the-moment-ly to start a new blog and on a whim I thought of “Brillig.”

It was very sudden, and not thought-through at all.

But now, this Brillig person has taken over my life. When I go to introduce myself in the real world, I’m more likely to call myself “Brillig” first. In fact, when I went to vote yesterday, I honestly scanned the roster for “Brillig” before I looked for that real name of mine. When the woman-voting-official-person asked my name, I bumbled and stammered, as though she’d just asked me a very complicated question (it was seriously so embarrassing—I then blurted out my maiden name, and then took it back and said, “no, that’s not it either.” When I finally came up with my actual name she was trying not to die laughing at me. She was like, “are you sure that’s your name?” “Yes,” I replied. “That’s really my name.” She then told me that I didn’t need to be nervous— the voting process was really straight-forward. Hahahaha. You KNOW that if she has a blog, she TOTALLY wrote about me yesterday).

I think of myself as Brillig. That’s all there is to it.

I’ve mentioned this before, but I used to have another blog. A very sad, boring, empty, and totally un-designed blog under my real name. I was very careful about what I said, which meant that I really had nothing to say. I met no one, and the only person who ever commented was Kate, and she only commented because as my BFF, she’s required to.

It wasn’t until I assumed the name of Brillig that I really found my voice. It’s amazing— this Brillig chick has unleashed the inner me!

Who would have guessed that I’d find the “real me” by creating a fake name?