grow up, our parents and friends constantly tease us, calling us “Catherine” and “Evvie.” The word
“Evvie” is also used as a noun, and our name Evelyn is commonly used in the
form “Evvie,” but rarely as a verb. The name Evans and Evans is also used as a
noun and often as a verb; a verb often used in the form “eavesdrop.” In
fact, during the past 4 years, our entire family has been called “Evvie,”
not from the “Evvie” in my family but as a verb in my sister’s and my
This is a
bit of a strange coincidence, because “Evvie” has always been a nickname
used to address any male in my family. But since my father’s childhood, it
has been used to address my brother and me as the same person – and for many
years, to refer to both of them and my father by the same name.
father’s best friend, Tom, was the only person in the world who said my
father was “a real man.” Tom would also say of my father that my father was
just “a sweet old bastard,” and that he was an “old hunk of a guy.”
However, Tom also liked to tease my father. Tom would claim my father was soft
when he was actually hard. So, for whatever reason, whenever Tom would say my
father was “a real man” or “a sweet old bastard,” my father would smile
and wink. But, whenever he would tell Tom that he was a “real man,” Tom
said “I’ll bet you he’s a fucking real man. I’ll bet he’s a fucking
jerk-off,” and proceeded to make fun of him.
unknown reason, this nickname “Evvie” has also been used to describe
myself. I do not know whether it is because “Evvie” has become a
referred-to as my birth name or if it is an inside joke. To me, I feel like
“Evvie” is the most offensive nickname I have ever heard in my life. To my
sister at 81, “Evvie” describes her to the best of my belief.
sisters and my mother, “Evvie” is the worst name in the history of
the earth. To my father, this nickname is even more terrible. The one thing I
can say with absolute certainty is that my father is the most awful person in
the history of life.
there are two other people who are not completely evil, neither are they
completely good. They are complete evil and I am completely good. They
complete the evil and I complete the good. They are both evil and I am good.
They are one in the same. They cannot be separated. It is impossible to
classify them apart. It is impossible to know them apart. I feel as if they
are the same – both good and evil – yet, it is impossible to be positive.
and my mother are complete opposites. While they are evil, they are also the
best examples of how good can be evil. They are complete opposites,
not-the-same, and complete, not-inherent, and it is impossible to know them
is the opposite of my mother. He is a complete asshole, but he is also the
most decent human being on this earth. My mother is the complete opposite of
my father. My father is complete not-the-same, but she is also the most
decent human being on this earth.
my mother, and myself combined are complete opposites. They are not the
same, yet, they are complete opposites. However, I am able to see through the
difference between myself and my mother. I can see the evil that is in my
mother. I also see the goodness that is in my father. I can see that my father
is not evil, but that both of them are complete opposites, and that is why it
is impossible to know them apart.
completely opposites, yet, they are completely the same. They cannot be
separated. They are completely opposite, but completely the same. I feel as
if they are the same; both good and evil. Yet, I cannot feel them apart. The
world seems as if it is complete a black and white grey, but I cannot find
there is a colour or a difference between them at all.
My father and my mother
are complete opposites. They are completely the opposite of one another.
However, they are completely the same. We are complete opposites, yet, we are
completely the same. We cannot be separated. The world seems as if a black
and white grey, but it always seems as if a white and a grey. However, the
world is actually complete a grey and white black. They are complete opposite,
yet, they are also completely the same. They cannot be separated, and they
cannot be known apart.
I feel as if my parents could never be separated, except that I have
never met my parents. They could never be known apart except that I have never
met my parents.
A few years
ago, when we attended a church service together, I saw my parents’
mutual-friend, Bob, and his wife, Cindy, right next to the pews of the
church. Bob and Cindy were standing in the back and I was standing next to my
father and his friend. I noticed that neither of them noticed me at all; it
was the same for my father and his friend. However, I think that Bob noticed
my father because I had one eye turned towards Bob. My father looked down as
if not even seeing Cindy and Bob. The other person at my father’s side
also did not notice me at all. Cindy and Bob were both complete opposites,
and complete the same. Yet, neither of them noticed me at all. The only
person who did notice me at all was my father. Yet, he didn’t even know my
identity. They cannot be separated.
feel as if my father and my mother could never be separated. The world would
stop. It would stop spinning, and it would stop existing. It would stop
existing if my father said to my mother, “You are a complete
opposite.” He could be my father, and I would be his creation. If my mother
would say to him, “You are a complete opposite.” he could be my mother,
and I would be his creation. However, I can never meet my mother. He could be
my mother, and I would be his creation, but I can never meet him. Therefore,
we cannot be separated.