Bad Wolf, huh?
Names...
We take the words and scatter them across time and space. A message to lead ourselves to ourselves. I believe that when we die, we can see all of time and space, every single atom our lives flashes before your eyes, a leaf on the wind, for everything comes to dust, all things, everything dies... Which is why I like this idea of the name as a promise. A promise to ourselves, so we can remember... after we let go, when we're dismembered... a process that might better be named anamnesis. There's a serenity to that.
Anyways, I don't think I could go back to a high school reunions, not that ever did before transition, but I certainly won't afterwards. I recall, just coming out of transition at the turn of the century and reading the experience of Dr Becky Allison back in the day, such a positive experience she had of going to her own class reunion. Even in the ideal scenario (in the sense of what could happen in the real world) I don't think I could do it. Not to say it's an idea I don't play around with.
I like to imagine joining the catering staff as a waitress, and flitting from table to table to hear about how people's lives have gone since I saw them all that time ago. Some good people. The only way I'd be recognized, I hope, is through my spirit. Alas, I suspect that's only for the evangelion of the final homecoming.
In the meantime (oh that's an interesting word to parse) I don't think they'd wonder why I wasn't there, but I have no idea if the story of my life has made it to their plates. I wouldn't want to stoke that story, and have it spread like wildfire; I don't want to be haunted by smoke. And I don't want to raise the dead, to resurrect the ghost of who I was, at least in the eyes of the people who knew me in the before-times, for that spectre wasn't the real me. I dunno, I play around with the idea and it always leads back to dysphoria. So I have to let it go, and look onwards onwards onwards.
I have to follow my bliss, and alas, my bliss is not in the past.
Not yet.
So I will be Sophia, or at least... I will try. Promise.