In this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge, tell us about what makes you, you.
Although I studied Biology at school and by some complete miracle eventually passed it, my knowledge of the human body and what it comprises of is very limited. That said, apart from the tiny birthmark beside my left eye and the 6 inch scar on my kneecap, I am, for the most part, just like every other person on the planet. So what does make me, me?
We’re told we inherit things from our parents, my Mother gave me a splash of red hair and no doubt a little of the fire in my temper also. My father, well he gave me heartburn and anxiety, but sadly thought it unnecessary to pass on some of his laid back demeanor, when not suffering from the second affliction.
I am an extremely simple, yet complex individual. One of these days I will sit down with the latter and have a discussion about why we are the way we are. Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, but sometimes your own advice, as directed by following your gut instinct, is the only one you should heed.
I am a daydreamer and a wistful thinker always staring into a glass that is half empty instead of half full. I have imagination, but I lack the concentration to align the two to make something amazing…one of these days.
I am lonely sometimes, but yet I am surrounded by many people who care for me. It’s hard to make people understand when you cannot understand yourself.
I worry. It is not a choice as some people seem to think, because do you not think if I had the choice I would stop. It’s an affliction and sometimes it is crippling. Yes, of course I could take tablets, but isn’t that a little like papering over the cracks?
I like to make people laugh and sometimes, for all the ills mentioned above, laughter is the best tonic.
There are many things that make me the person I am, but I am nothing special. I’m just trying to navigate life as best I can. Sometimes, it gets a little rocky, and there are days when I don’t think I can go on, but I do, because I have to.
There are many people in this world and each one is unique, which in turn makes me unique, that in itself is a reason to smile.
6 thoughts on “Digging for Roots wearing DM boots!”
It’s hard to say when someone is special and when someone is ordinary – there are probably two sides in everyone :)
Very true, and if we are really lucky we can be ordinarily special :) lol
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A question for the ages…what makes me me and you you? I think you did a very fine job of beginning to answer it…if you knew all the answer now, there wouldn’t be much left to discover each day now would there?
That’s very true and the most exciting part is usually the discovery :)
Right – stop the truck! You – you – YOU – NOT Special?! Yeah right – and you can kiss me arse and call me the Queen of England (as she imitates the queenly wave).
Ah – wee lassie – you are more than special – you are who you are – in all finery and glory and wonder – a combination of more than genetics – bringing you’re own special blend to the world – and we are damn tooting lucky that you are here – with us. So – said in her best snotty French accent : “I blow my nose at you for your silliness!”
LOL — just kidding – about the nose blowing. You, Juls, are truly a gem – and I’m so glad we are friends :D
Like wise, you’re clearly deluded, but you’re my silver lining ;)
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