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Show Scribbler Confuses Everyone Concerned By Defining Himself I am me. Being me, and me being myself, I am sure that I am no one else, as I was me when I was born. Being born, as I am sure I was, and I can find no reason for it, I came into this world as me, at that time being myself. As I grew, I kept getting bigger for some reason, and today I am bigger than I was when I was born, but somewhat some-what smaller than I would be if I had grown more. What some of my friends think of me is unprintable. un-printable. There are views and there are views, but when they are all the same it gets rather boring. Speaking of boring, I knew a termite once, but that is another story. Getting back to me (gruesome, isn't it?) we will continue to study the question in mind. If I am not me, who am I? If I am someone else, how do I know so much about me? Some time I wish that I were someone else, but then I wouldn't know who I was, or what I had been doing. Also I would know too many embarrassing things about me that I might tell to someone else. If I were someone else, and someone else were me, I wouldn't know whether I was me or whether someone else was me. Very confusing, isn't it? Now that I have decided that I want to stay as me, I still have three possibilities. These possibilities possibili-ties are whether I will be me, myself, or I. I cannot can-not decide which of these I am. If I am I, then I must be me and myself also, but this is impossible impos-sible because I am not triplets. Being only one person, then I must be me, me must be myself, and myself must be I. All three of which bring me to the conclusion that it might be better and 1 easier to be someone else, but after discussing all the points, I am convinced that it would be better for all concerned if I remained just me. Bill Russell 1 |
