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My Fictional Soul Sister

It’s been a long time since I read Outlander. Two or three years, I think. And, I mean, let’s just go ahead and say it: OMG THAT BOOK IT IS AMAZEBALLS.

But you know what’s funny? Out of all the things that could stick in my memory from that story–Jamie, the screaming rocks, Black Jack Randall, etc. and so on and so forth–do you know what I remember the most often?

It’s this obscure thing that Claire says, and I don’t even remember which book it is (although I stopped reading in the middle of The Fiery Cross so it is definitely before that), but when I read it, I thought: THAT IS ME.

Okay, and get ready, because I don’t even remember the exact quote or why she was saying it (jeez, WHY did I blog about this?) but I remember she was learning to deal with moving around all the time, not having a bed to sleep in, leaving all her possessions behind, and generally living the life of a vagabond gypsy.

And the gist of the quote was something like, “But none of this mattered to me, because I’d spent my life living mostly within myself instead of finding importance in the things around me.”

(Poor Diana Gabaldon probably worked on that line for like, an hour, and here I am paraphrasing it. Sorry, D.)

ANYWAY. When I read this line, I knew that Claire and I were fictional soul sisters, because I am EXACTLY like that.

And I don’t say this to be all “Oh, I don’t care about material things like the rest of you lesser beings!” No, Grasshoppers. That is not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that it’s unbelievable how little I care about my stuff.

For example, the idea of my house burning down while we are all at work / school does not horrify me. As long as nobody gets hurt, I mean. I can sit here and imagine that I’ve lost all my worldly possessions with NO HOPE of getting them back, and it just leaves me feeling…unconcerned.

This is why I tend to clean out closets and drawers often, throwing things away with abandon. It’s also why I’ve learned the hard way to ASK MY HUSBAND before I start throwing things away with abandon.

I’ve always felt that I could walk away from everything in a heartbeat. Not my family; I’m not talking about people. I’m talking about STUFF. If you handed me a plane ticket and said, “Get your passport because your husband’s been transferred to Norway and you’re all leaving this afternoon, and you can only take one bag of clothes with you,” I’d be…excited.

Because lest we forget, it would not be the first time I flew to a foreign country unexpectedly.

Claire Fraser is my fictional soul sister.

Who’s yours?

9 thoughts on “My Fictional Soul Sister

  1. Funny story — a lady I sat next to at a wedding started talking books with me. We got around to the Outlander series, and she told me she’d heard about a great looking Scottish redhead who was confused by American women calling him Jamie. 🙂

    We’ve become friends since then. She even shipped me three Outlander books I didn’t have.

    The one description of Jamie that has always been hard for me to imagine (and get past) is the whole cat eye thing. What’s that about????

    1. Oooh, I dunno! So weird! I forgot about that, but it did always seem out of place, didn’t it?

  2. I’d have to agree, I could walk away from most things…I say most. I’d grab my netbook and Kindle, every thing else can go. I do the same thing, every once in a while, will just start throwing stuff away, my rule is, if I haven’t used it in 6 months, I don’t need it. 🙂

  3. You can’t just put a picture of a hot guy with gorgeous eyes and expect people to read the words on the page. Honestly, Anne.

    Seriously though, I’m the same way. Minus a handful of items (one of them being a piano), I’m not really that sentimental. I am, however, a worry wart.

    1. There were words on the page???

      I’d be excited to get new things and leave everything else behind. The geek in me would be thinking of what new TV, Game Console, Media Center, DVR, Computer, ebook reader, tablet, phone, bicycle, motorcycle, car, etc I would get to try in a new place.

      All I need to take with me is my pug, and all he needs is a place to sleep so he’s golden.

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