novice pluralblogging: who am I now?

[packbat]

We're ... actually, less new to self-realization as plural than we feel, maybe - 8:52 a.m. on January 11th, 2020 was a hundred and fifty eight and a half days ago, more than five months - but still new.

The hardest, hardest part is knowing who the heck is fronting ever.

Okay, no, maybe times when we have to pretend to be a singleton are worst, but we personally don't have to do that a lot, and we spend a lot of time not knowing who's fronting. Or not being sure. And feeling guilty, because are we being assholes not telling people?

...wow, that's a negative self-talk sentence. I don't endorse that - we don't deserve that.

We struggle because we have - so far, so far as we know - similar priorities, similar skills, and similar memories. Shared memories, as far as we can tell. And we switch seamlessly and reflexively. There are just not very many clear who's-fronting signs, or we-just-switched signs, and we're a bit prone to checking out in case of distress which makes everything much much harder.

Just ... complaining, really, because we couldn't think of anything to write about.

Telling who's fronting is hard.

- 🐍 (I think)