Just in case you haven’t read my previous post about “Alter Ego” in Indonesian, let me tell you, that I have to confess : I have more than an alter ego.
I could be very calm. In another time, you can see me as a very sharp-tounged mommy. While I’m in “a trance condition”, I could be the one that I myself can’t recognize “Who am I? Is it really @nurulrahma?”
However, I should be grateful for having this plural egos. As a blogger/ freelance writer/ columnist, imaginations is very very important things. Life is never flat. Because I can see all the circumstances, with various point of views.
For example, when I go to a food court with my family, at weekends. Lot of people overthere. We want to be served as quick as possible. A little bit ‘chaos’ here and there. Some people yelled, “Where is my dish???” “What a very sloooow waiter?” “Come on!! I’m hungry and you guys still have not cook my meals yet?”
My egos will say:
As an angel wanna-be: “Oh my God. Please be patient, guys. Let the chef and waiters do their best. Don’t expect too much. Everybody’s going here for having fun, right? Please… calm down…
As a careless person: “None of my business!”
As a kepo (knowing every particular objects) person: “Ummm… by the way, why that guy intimidates the waiter? Is he that rich and powerfull enough? Or… he thinks he’s the (kind of) twitter-warrior, who can invite another guy to fight at GOR Istora Senayan? :p”
As a terrible and sharp-tounged-lady: “What the f**ksss!! Do you think everybody will support you, hey bast**rd!! We don’t care whether you got your dish as quick as you wish or not, but heiiii, please bear in mind, that everybody’s seeking happiness right now!! And you just screw it up!”
As the “real ego” @nurulrahma: “Just count my blessings. I’m not that waiter. I’m not that mad customer. I can go here with my family, order a yummy meal, enjoy my weekends. I just feel free… **dancing ala Syahrini**
Thanks to my “alter egos”. They drive me a little bit “crazy”, but I enjoy them so much. At some points, I can be cheerful and feel so sad at the same time. Maybe some people consider it as a anomaly, but I’m fine with that J
While joining BEC and writing this post, my egos always debate each other. Some said, “Come on, why you should join this blog club? There is no advantage for you! You work at a local foundation, it does’nt need the English skill at all! Besides, you no longer practice your English, and it’s impossible if you can beat those challenges!!”
But, finally, I can beat this ego. And my “angel wanna be” said, ”Just do it! No matter what, just develop your post and show it to the world! It always seems impossible until its done.”