A Look Into Who I Am...

I have always been adamant about doing things myself and pushing the limits. When I was five, my mother had a rule: do not open the gate unless she or my father were outside. Well, one day, the mailman came while I was playing outside with my dog, Jake. I was so excited to be the one to get the mail (for whatever reason) and I ran up to the gate. Now, I could have just asked the mailman to hand the mail to me over the gate. But no. Instead, I opened the gate. (Of course I did.) As soon as the gate was open, Jake lunged and bit the mailman. Now, I’m not good with conflict or instances such as these, so I ran inside to my bedroom and pretended like nothing had happened. My mother even asked me if something was wrong. With a straight face, I boldly told her that everything was fine. About an hour later (at least it felt like an hour to five-year-old me), the mailman returned…with his supervisor. My mother asked me if I knew anything about what they were talking about, and, not wanting to get in trouble, I said, “No”. It wasn’t until the supervisor started talking about Jake needing to quarantine that I finally broke. I started weeping, confessing to everything that happened. I asked my mom, “Is Jake going to jail?” I was sure it was over for him. But, after two weeks Jake was allowed in the front yard again, we got a new mailman on our route, and I started hopping over the fence instead of opening the gate. Gotta love loopholes.

On screen I am the heroine or girl next door with smarts. I am seemingly naive and sweet, but underneath that I am cunning and can orchestrate any situation to make sure I come out on top. I am both wily and sincere. My favorite examples to describe this are Eve Harrington from All About Eve, Maggie in The Newsroom, and Fiona Gallagher in Shameless. Like me, they have strong wills, high aspirations, are plucky, filled to the brim with gumption, and never stop fighting for what they fiercely want. 

I was born and raised in Texas—a fact that might lead you to assume that I am a sweet southern belle, innocent and naïve. That would be a negative, ghostrider. The only thing remotely southern about me is my constant use of the word “y’all”, and my family given name: Pagie. I am the fourth, and youngest, in a family tradition of Page’s. Most people don’t see the subtle switch of the “g” and “i” in my name, to which I reply, “I know, it’s weird”. And I love my non-conformative name. It is the perfect hint that you might not have me figured out as well as you thought you did, much like my type on film. I am full of surprises, the perfect mix of sweet, sassy, and salty, and undeniably Pag(i)e.