I Am Who?(Prose)
By butch
By process of elimination, I realize that I am not the person I thought I was. So, who am I? Am I the kind thoughtful guy, who buys flowers for his love? The gentleman who opens doors for ladies? The lover, who tries so hard, not to forget to say, I love you? Or am I the macho man my dad tried to shape me in to? The rebel, with self created causes? Maybe, I'm the intellectual, always entertaining my friends with my intellegent use of the language?Could I be the hard working, blue collar, hands on, amazingly, dexterously useful man, I am at my place of enslavement? Perhaps, I am the shy, clumsy, pimple faced boy, who thought his pain, was the only pain that ever existed in this universe? How about that naive but, overly generous goof, forever stepping into some trap, set by a wicked female? Can I possibly be the sad, ever grieving, sometimes lonely dude, who lost so much, but keeps on keeping on? The father, who loves his kids, more than life itself, but wishes he could have done more for them? Am I the hothead, who always has foot-in-the-mouth disease, and has not quite learned to bite his tongue, while standing up for his perceived rights? Who the heck am I? Maybe, none of them, maybe all of them. Maybe, I'm just me. Maybe, I should just accept the facts the way they are. I am what I have become, and what was before, can never be again. Hmmmmmmmmm. Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 03:33 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"By process of elimination, I realize that I am not the person I thought I was. So, who am I? Am I the kind thoughtful guy, who buys flowers for his love? The gentleman who opens doors for ladies? The lover, who tries so hard, not to forget to say, I love you? Or am I the macho man my dad tried to shape me in to? The rebel, with self created causes? Maybe, I'm the intellectual, always entertaining my friends with my intellegent use of the language?Could I be the hard working, blue collar, hands on, amazingly, dexterously useful man, I am at my place of enslavement? Perhaps, I am the shy, clumsy, pimple faced boy, who thought his pain, was the only pain that ever existed in this universe? How about that naive but, overly generous goof, forever stepping into some trap, set by a wicked female? Can I possibly be the sad, ever grieving, sometimes lonely dude, who lost so much, but keeps on keeping on? The father, who loves his kids, more than life itself, but wishes he could have done more for them? Am I the hothead, who always has foot-in-the-mouth disease, and has not quite learned to bite his tongue, while standing up for his perceived rights? Who the heck am I? Maybe, none of them, maybe all of them. Maybe, I'm just me. Maybe, I should just accept the facts the way they are. I am what I have become, and what was before, can never be again. Hmmmmmmmmm...."