Sometimes I wish I wasn’t Me.
Jum was talking about wishing she wasn’t a girl.
Sometimes I have a different feeling. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me. Sometimes I get sick of my faults. Sometimes I wish I was better looking. Sometimes I wish I talked more clearly. Sometimes I wish people got me. Sometimes I wish I was funier. Sometimes I wish I was less intellegent. Sometimes I wish I was more intellegent. Sometimes I wish I could stay happy. Sometimes I wish many a thing.
My problem with all this is that I can’t change these things. I can’t change myself or how others percive me. And if I could I don’t know if I would.
You see if I wasn’t me then who would be?
By losing my weakness would I also loose my strength?
I know that there is some purpose to my life. Some reason why I am me. Some good to be done. And somewhere in all this is God who loves me. Who sent his son to die. I guess Jesus too wished he wasn’t himself. That he didn’t have to carry that cross, but he did.
So what am I to do. I think it’s time to carry my cross once more. I don’t know where I’m going or where I’ve been. But someone does and that’s all that matters.
I like being me. It’s great fun.
I like you being you.