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I've been Miss Lunatic in my head for so long that I get confused when I see my actual last name. There was a time in high school that I felt similarly, but then I had no other name to replace it with. More and more I'm starting to feel that $FIRSTNAME $LASTNAME is a convenient social/business formal mask that I put on. The more I step into Miss Lunatic, the less well Miss $LASTNAME fits. I rather prefer being Miss Lunatic.

There are all sorts of uncomfortable things about one's blood kin, and I'm struggling with some of them right now.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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