I wish I knew what to say. Hello there? Pleased to meet you? Hiya, perhaps? I’ll just get on with it:
For ten years, I was different people.
At first – not at my first, naturally, but at first when I’d started in as the different people – I was Adri. 2006 to 2010. Adri was reckless. Probably amoral. A hyper-sexual ginger who’d get in and out of troubles with her old friend, Harry.
But even in those days, I was not a reckless, probably amoral, hyper-sexual ginger.
Next I was Katy. 2011-2015. Of Katy, I will now list a few characteristics, just as I did with Adri. Katy was an intermittently homeless lesbian. What else? She was unfortunate, even to an extreme degree, I suppose. A co-worker, Harry, helped her to even the score at times.
If there was a score.
Either way, I was not an unfortunate, intermittently homeless lesbian.
Finally, I was Nasreen. This was in 2016, mostly. Nasreen was a pretty American Muslim who talked of little things and loved her family most of all. A man named Harry got mixed up in all of it somehow, as tended to happen with the people I was.
But I was not a pretty American Muslim who talked of little things and loved my family most of all. I was Harry.
This is the story of my rise and fall.