Interweb: Jonesy. Jonesy: Interweb

This blog is just a personal microphone attached to an infinite volume control, we all realize that, right? A (generally) uninhibited ticker-tape of an internal voice that is usually shushed. Yes? Alright, then.

I guess then it’s time to introduce Jonesy. Jonesy is my internal voice. Not an alter-ego, but “another” ego. Jonesy is that little driver in my head that commands from the helm, steers the ship, runs the errands, keeps the records, works on the machinery and does any other odd job that needs taking care of “up there”.

(I know the description used above is rather nautical, but I prefer to think of the ship of more the space-faring quality and less the water-logged quality.)

“Jonesy, look sharp! We have guests”.

Jonesy is androgynous- kinda. It’s not that I don’t identify as being female and a woman, because I do, it’s just that most of what goes on inside my head is genderless. In other words, the jobs that Jonsey does aren’t inherently linked to gender roles in my eyes. Therefore, Jonesy is either male or female depending on my mood, or locale, or dream. Sex is static, gender should be fluid. Oh- I digress. I’ll refer to Jonesy as “she” for sake of this discussion.

Jonsey runs a lot. Generally in a hurry, she rushes about in my head, picking up files, dropping off files (dropping files), sweeping extra files into a corner, filing the files… her M.O. is trying to be everywhere at once and only being able to be in one place at a time. Like me.

You may have noticed I refer to “files”. Yes, my head is analog. I also picture the inside of my head as a giant, dimly lit system of shelves. Not unlike a library. Jonsey oftentimes employs a dolly cart to pile the files she’s currently toting.

I provide this introduction so that when I refer to “Jonesy” we’re not thinking of some flesh-and-blood resident of my life. Thus, let it be known that sometimes it will be me, Anna, talking while other times it will be Jonesy. I don’t know if Jonesy will make it known that it is her and not me, though…