Keep your fantasies out of my tupper diary!
Still haven't been able to figure out your tupper-concept, Fede.
Didn't you complain that Alice's actions were just random and not realistic enough? And what's the point of creating a tupper that's completely unlike a real person? Doesn't that defeat the original purpose? I guess people make tuppers for different reasons but a mental puppet that can't act on it's own doesn't sound very appealing to me.
Personally I do believe it's physiologically possible to create a second 'real person' in one's mind, that is indistinguishable from the original one. If we look at pathological cases it's pretty certain the brain is able to perform such tasks. However, getting there on purpose would be incredibly hard.
Knowing how lazy I am it is not what I hope to achieve, but I'd be satisfied a decent approximation.
That said, Alice was in fact never designed to be a 'real person' or at least 'normal person' as in average human. I described in my first post I created her as a sort of super-ego personification, spirit guide, or, the most fitting description, Dante's Beatrice.
Dante saw Beatrice as a savior, one who removed all evil intentions from him. It is perhaps this idea of her being a force for good that he fell in love with, a force which he believed made him a better person.
I'm kinda glad it didn't work out perfectly as she would have ended up as a pretty boring Saint but it's certainly her core personality.
Well, whatever.
Just thought it would be interesting to learn a bit more about your views on tuppering and how / for what purpose you still visualize your tuppers, you know, stuff that's not really covered in your guide.
That is, if you're not busy being a short girl.
So what actually happened that caused us so much trouble - I just did some stupid shit IRL, not tupper related. But against her advice and wish. Turned out you should always listen to your tupper. It didn't have any real consequences at all but still felt terrible. Not because of what I did but because I disappointed her. Reflecting upon the incident now the most remarkable thing was that I was stricken by an intense wave of sadness that actually brought me down on my knees. Clearly the weirdest experience in one year of tuppering. It was not guilt as could be expected from the super-ego, it was just sadness. Ironically, the strongest sign that I actually had achieved something in tuppering also destroyed most of said achievements.
It's way better now but I still feel I lost many months of (already painfully slow) progress. Well, we'll manage.