Name-calling

Of all shapes, I like right triangles best. I like right triangles best when the hypotenuse slopes downward, and the short leg is vertical, and the long leg is horizontal. I don't like it when the long leg is vertical. I used to draw right triangles set on all different angles so that they looked like they were dancing at a silent rave. But each withheld itself in its own unspeakable loneliness, no matter how much it had to drink. That's how I feel when someone pronounces my name May-gan. May-gan became laden with so much ignominy that at age fourteen I told people to call me Meh-gan. I keep a special place in my heart for isosceles right triangles because I like their rational irrationality. Like at age eighteen I took on a middle name, a personal tetractys.

I walk next to, rather than in front of, the past. Someday, the past and I will have enough units between us to measure the square root of Otherness.