• I'll admit it, the Girl took a while to understand who I was and where I came from. I had always been there, in the depths of her imagination right between the line of Id and Ego, but I had only just begun to develop into a complete persona when she made a crude realization. That, no matter what, people outside of a creative writing class atmosphere lied. Honesty was not a value many people possessed in this world, and therefore, the only way the Girl would ever be able to improve was with my help. I am Ignatius the Ominous Enormity, the "darker" side of the Girl. I believe she named me Ignatius because she had always associated that name with class, enormity due to its definition. Great evil, I believe. Yes, it is true, I am not the nicest man in the Girl's mind, but nonetheless, I give her the ability to criticize without the walls of sympathy. I am quite proud of her, as she has developed the ability to be blunt about nearly any topic, whether it be the pitiful whining of a friend or advice to someone she's never really talked to about their financial issues. The bad thing about my presence is that the Girl has relied on it to the point of being a necessity. She has yet to learn that this stone fortress she has built around herself is not keeping others out, but it stands around her just as a fortress should, making them wary and pushing them away before they think of a crafty way to bust the walls down.
    The only thing I detest more than the other side of the Girl's mind (Elizabeth the Immaculate. The Angel. The "nice" side) is a mislabeling of work. To me, a mislabeling is calling something "art" that should be thrown into the garbage can. No, scratch that, calling something "art" that should be ripped to pieces, drenched in gasoline, scorched, and finally, flushed down the toilet as ash. Art in my book is something that shows impressive skill in an area of choice. Literature, visual art, theatre, dance, music, etc. Yes, I do think that my opinion is best, but that doesn't mean I can't agree with someone else. It means I will dislike them slightly for not agreeing with me. My eye for grammar and spelling errors as well as ideas I believe to be cliche' or misplaced has helped the Girl in her assignments (the ones she did, anyhow) in editing. No, she does not exactly see everything I do, so, she does make mistakes.
    You see, the inside of the Girl's mind is a mansion that expands throughout her persona. I reside in the basement with the darker, less pleasant memories. I would assume Elizabeth is where the happier ones are. When the Girl became more associated with the darker memories, I gained a slight upper hand over the Angel, which is why the Girl is so driven by the negative emotions.
    Though, sad as it is, my time is up to give you a bit of insight into the Girl's psyche. Soon I shall be locked away again, but, I assure you, I'll meet you all in due time.