
I have been looking through several sites with lists of words starting with ‘R’ but none of them sparked any ideas in my head. My mind kept on getting back to one word: rebel.
Just look at the title of my site and you know that this word has a special meaning to me. For years now I have identified myself as ‘Rebel’ and when I chose a pseudonym, I was adamant that ‘rebel’ should be somewhere in there, which brought me the pseudonym surname ‘Rebelle’.
But why does the word ‘rebel’ mean so much to me?
I have actually always been a rebel at heart, but at the same time, I was also the obedient type. I followed rules – in school, at home. But, I also always did things my way. The first time I acted really rebellious was when I deliberately fell pregnant with my daughter at the age of 16. It had a combination of reasons, the two main ones being that I panicked about my marks at school and the fact that my father said he would shoot me (yes, serious!) if I came home and told him I’m pregnant. You see, I then just had my first serious boyfriend, who indeed became the father of my daughter.
Other decisions that I have made in my life had been classified as rebellious too because from the outside in people could not see why I came to the decisions. Think about being divorced twice. Or having my first tattoo knowing that my mom would hate it. Or joining the military knowing my parents would not approve. Up to now, of all generations in the family on both my parents’ side I am the only woman who was in uniform. Oh I’ve done enough rebellious things to have a name in the family – sometimes I even think I’m the black sheep of the family, and you know what? It doesn’t bother me one bit!
I started chatting about 17 or 18 years ago and I needed to have a chat handle. It was easy. I chose ‘Rebel’ and it stuck. I chatted on several sites and always chose a combination of the chat name ‘Rebel’. When I started with my blog, I needed a name. I did not have to think about it for long. I was going to use the blog for sex stories, whether it was fiction or true. The blog would be the place where I put my personal notes… Rebel’s Notes were born.
The name ‘Rebel’ will always be part of who I am and that rebellious streak in my character will always see to it that I do things my way. Thankfully the people in my life who I really care about has accepted me like this, rebel or no rebel.
© Rebel’s Notes
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R = Rebel
R is for Rebel is perfect!
I’ll bet you looked really hot in uniform too!
I hope I did! I loved being in uniform 🙂
It’s nice to be the black sheep of the family at times isn’t it – I hear you sister 😉
~Mia~ xx
There was a time when I hated it, but that is way back in the past *high five*
Rebel xox
I’m right there with you, black sheep and proud. I like being different, I have no desire to fit in when it means radically changing who I am.
I’m also a rebel, and I think I’m in damn fine company too 🙂
Flip xx
For years I have tried to fit in, but eventually I realized it made everyone else happy while I wasn’t happy. So I stopped with it and decided that if people don’t like me for who I am – a caring rebel – they can move on.
Rebel xox
I definitely relate!
Love such personal insights! And I never knew you wore a uniform, extra special now to me, as that is a sacrifice besides a rebellious nature.
-M
I have been in uniform for five years before I left the country and moved here. Thanks for your comment, M 🙂 xox
You should be proud of who you are today. You’re the perfect kind of rebel out there!
This is a lovely compliment, thank you, Sylvie. And yes, I definitely am proud of who I am 🙂