Tag Archives: LIfe Questions
For years, I asked the question, “Who am I?” For years, I got arbitrary, dissatisfying answers. Where do they come from, these answers? They come from a mind that thinks who has meaning, as if who were real.
Who gets caught in the illusion of a name, as if “David” were something attached to me like an arm or a leg. But it isn’t. It’s just a puff of air, or a word in print. “Oh, you look like a David,” someone says. What if the people I thought were my parents had looked at me and said, “Radish?”
I am not David. Continue reading
Now, I live in a clean, middle class neighborhood with lawns, gardeners, SUVs, stucco houses with tiled roofs, and kids in soccer teams. Still, on the corner was a guy running a meth lab in his house. You never know what lies behind that freshly painted white door with the brass handle. Cue spooky laugh. But, back to sales people. Either on the phone or at my door, I am abrupt and quick. “No thank you. I’m not interested,” or more recently, “I’m not going to buy anything, and I’m not a Christian.” Close door. Continue reading