Who's there? It's me, Me who? Me too. Oh, so there's more to 'me'. Yep, there are many me's...one who's writing, one who's actually out on a run, then there's me who loves romanticising everything and can't know the difference Real and Unreal. After all, she says, there's only a thin line between what's really Real, and what's Unreal, because after all, my Real is different from your Real.

Me's also the girl who refuses to grow up and be the adult everyone expects her to be.
Me's the mother who can't cope some days, and copes briliantly on other days. Me's the confused confused individual who's ready to run and escape at the slightest sight of trouble. Me can smell trouble superbly. Trouble's always around the corner she says. But this Me loves trouble, without which This Me would be jobless, after all Me needs the drama that comes along with it. Right.
Then  there's a Big Ego Me, who is afraid, but not often. The Big Ego Me (BEM) commands her to do stuff that can be very good for her, however exhausting, but seldom gets in the way. Later this BEM comes out in a rage and says, "I told you so." in her most unsuspecting moments, and then there's regret, but never for long.
The best Me is the one who goes with the flow, who loves people and savours each moment spent with invigorating company and has come away the richer for it, always.

There's so many other Mes being constantly nurtured consciously, unconsciously and subconsciously....and i like being Me, but not always and not All of Me.

The One Me that longs for the invariable is silly, and then the variable inevitably tells Me that it's okay to want stuff and it's okay to want permanence because in the long haul, the dominant Me always wins, makes peace and gets on with IT...Amen

I have this sneaky feeling that there's more to life than haring around in a Scorpio- lovely car i hasten to add. I also begin to feel i'm not managing "it" well...anxious to make it someplace sometime. My parallel world is also beginning to show signs of wear and tear. Must i create new worlds then, constantly? It doesn't sound right.

I was wondering if the answer to more "excitement" and less weariness would be to simply go with the flow and not have plans A, B and C. Work i must, because that's where i get my energy from- cook i must because that's also where i get energy from - children i have to rear, not cause it energises me, but because if i don't, i'll get totally pooped, exhausted and miserable from not doing it, the thought would drive me insane. So that leaves me- where do i fit into all of this? Where's me - the writer, traveller, movie-buff?
Oh Lord, there's more to my life than the above. Looks like all my answers are hidden, steganographically within and between the lines above. Haa! Gotcha.