Many-Me

Having a not so common name, I don’t have a lot of real life experience with other Rebeccas, much less Rebecca Dolls. When I was first introduced to Facebook it took me about a week to understand what was going on and I’d only just gotten used to it when I received a message from Rebecca Doll, entitled, “Rebecca Dolls of the World Unite!” The exclamation mark alarmed me.

This set me back about six days in my learning as I tried to puzzle out whether this was a real person, a Facebook program, or if somehow I myself had done this. I was finally brave enough to write back and discovered a twenty-year old in the UK who was searching Facebook for all of the Rebecca Dolls. This was a whole new perspective for me as until then, I’d thought I was the only one. This young explorer found about thirteen others, six of whom agreed to join her group. We are still Facebook friends and I have watched her get pets, get married, get jobs, vicariously learning about a different world than mine. Modern pen-pals I suppose, though the interaction is indirect.

Later, through my Google Alerts, I discovered two professional Women in the US, and I have notice that between the three of us, most Rebecca Doll urls are one of us. Though we don’t know each other, I feel a strange kinship. Do the John Smiths feel the same way about each other? There is another Rebecca Doll, the famous one, but she is made of porcelain. Because of her I get notifications like “Rebecca Doll for sale, cheap, cheap, cheap!” This one helps me not to take myself too seriously.

Somehow this feels like a metaphor for balancing personal identity with community identity, personal needs with collective needs. It makes me think about having the same passions, goals or spheres as others and about how we co-exist.

Really, we should all “Unite!”.

Searching…searching…

I remember when computers used to say that all the time: searching… searching… and some little icon would be moving, indicating the passing of time and hopefully keeping us from bonking the machine on the head when we got impatient.

Today we had an Easter egg hunt in the neighbourhood. A lot of people came. In fact, there was almost nobody that I knew, which is refreshing. Makes the world feel bigger.

A local philanthropist donated 4000 eggs and my big worry was that we’d be combing the park till the wee hours cleaning up all the eggs that nobody found. In fact, there was a stampede about 7 minutes before the advertised start time, as soon as the first location was leaked, and most of the people had been satiated and were packing it in 7 minutes after that. The diehards searched for another twenty minutes and then the only thing to be found were people.

In the old school way of reckoning the event was a success, to judge by the numbers, but to me it felt more like a beginning. To me, the measure of success is what people get out of it, which is really hard to measure. Did they make new friends? Did they meet new people? Did they feel like pitching in next time around? A few did. Some folks with suggestions and skills are coming out to help with the next one and ideally, we’ll start planning for next Easter round about now.

I couldn’t help but think how we are all searching for more than just chocolate in this very busy world, but there is nothing like chocolate to catalyze that search. Maybe next year we’ll have a couple of things out there in plain sight, like a lemonade stand, to help us help each other to find what we’re looking for.