Who are you?Damn. Always the hard ones on a weekend.
Well, Cynthia, normally, I would have stolen my girlfriend's idea of just doing a video montage of photos set to various songs that claim an identity ("Loser" by Beck, "Joker" by the Steve Miller band, etc.) . Thing is, this is a question a day and now it's late because I helped hold a birthday party for my mother, which involved meeting up with her and other family in a popular cafe diner in Franklin, Massachusetts. It's not where she lives, but why should I do the heavy lifting for all the identity thieves?
Other highlights of the day include me having to go to the bank (which bank I'm not saying because, hey, identity theft and all) and withdraw money from my account because I had accidentally taken money out of my Mom's account (we have our names on each other accounts in case of emergency,and in this case the teller really screwed up). I also mulled over the flowers we had sent to her and how they looked smaller than promised. All topped off with a cake brought by my sister's crew with the candles forgotten. So in all a typical Saturday, right?
Anyway, after the lunch, the cake, and all my chores that took place before that, I got back and even had to take a nap for a while. Now I have to start writing out a profound statement of identity, and there's not even a scholarship or better paying job at stake.
My first reaction is to say, How do you NOT know me? I'm one of the most annoying presences on most people's Facebook page, promoting myself, Stone Soup, and other poets ad naseum. One would think people would want to know less about me.
But obviously, you're looking a little harder at my public facade and want to get at the real me. You don't buy clever wordplay, and surely I can't wear the cool hat I wear in my profile pic all the time. Surely my real and symbolic bald spots have to come out. If you could sing it like Roger Daltrey and yell, "WHHHOOOOOO ARRREE YOUUUU!" I'm sure you would. So let' satisfy your curiosity.
Who am I? I'm a guy who hopes he does right by his mom. Even though he took home the rest of the cake. After all, she insisted!
Hope that clear things up.
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