Author Commentary: Being Me
Gotta be honest, sometimes I get tired of being me. I want to be a new me, a better me. But, somehow after thinking for a while, I always go back to just being me. Being someone new would be great, but it just wouldn’t quite be me. I’m a strange and rather bizarre little fellow. To be rather honest, we all are. If we didn’t have all those bizarre little things that made us up, well then I don’t quite know what I’d be. Sure, I’ll be a new me eventually, we’ll all be new. Maybe you’re even new now and just don’t know it yet. Yet, you still remember what made up the old you, right? So, does that really make you ‘new’ if you still remember what the old you was like? I think we’re all new, and most of us get to still remember what made up the old us, and I just find that rather odd, queer even perhaps. I like being me, and the me I am will change over time, but in the end, I’ll still just be me, and I think being me and striving to be the best me I can be is a goal worth striving for.