Creating Reverie

So I'm sat at a computer in the basement of Huddersfield University library and just hit on the idea of creating an imaginary friend to share this whole experience with. Boy or girl? Well a girl obviously - I get on better with girls it seems or at least I'd rather spend all my time with a girl. Name? A quick glance through an online thesaurus under "dream" produces Reverie (amongst other things). Immediately she springs into mind. French or seemingly so, brown hair, sunglasses, smoker, a bit surly, a bit disinterested, blunt. Maybe a bit like Effy from Skins but kind of less fatalistic, more sure of herslef. Effy at 28. One of those people who you you can't understand why they seem to have everything sorted but probably doesn't. You get the picture. Basically, kind of a distilled version of all the person that I aspire to be but female - a personality that lives inside my head and comes out once in a while and when she's there I think "Hey, I'm pretty fucking cool" and then she collapses in on herself as I trip over a curb or notice that I've got greasy hair or something. I blame the media really for creating this idealised version of myself but if there's one person I'd like to lead this whole project it's an idealised version of me, rather than a truly represented, warts and all version.

So anyway, this whole idea sends my brain into "you've just taken a step closer to madness" mode. And I realise that I need to start this blog alongside the fictional / real blog as a means of keeping it together. I find it interesting that this is the blog I've chose to write in first. I definitely need to pop my other blog's cherry asap. I'm thinking that with the addition of Reverie into my life this might now realise itself pretty soon.