I found this in my room at home the other day. I think that some of you may like it – It clearly shows I understood individuality from an early age!
I am single.
No one is like me.
No one is called Bernadette Ashley.
Nobady can do my work for me
or it is not mine.
Nobody can dress like me –
My hair, my eyes, my skin.
My unique instrument no one can copy,
mimick or impersonate.
I am live.
No one can record me and play it
when I am dead.
No one can do my mission for me.
I am like a blue piece of wool among
other pink ones.
Its a really good place to start from really. Though i’d have to wonder that having done this depth of investigation of what you are as a child, have you since challenged it? not to say that your behaviour and thoughts aren’t singular, but are they actually yours? what claim is there to put on them? and what is there of this bernadette that holds them?