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Like a Virgin
2 CommentsI don’t understand that word. I’m 6. I’m 10. I have brown hair. I have brown and gray hair. I’m a a management trainee. I’m a Y director. i’m an engineer I’m a student at Lebanon Junior high, but i’m in first grade. I’m in Baldwin High School, a sophomore. I’m a married man. I’m a widower. I’m a Methodist. I’m a Unitarian. I’m an atheist. I’m a Pittsburgher. I’m an Oklahoman. I’m an Alabamian, I ‘m riding in a truck playing “The Bucs are going all the way this year” They don’t that year. My school’s fight song is “To Win.” But we don’t actually fight. Fighting is stupid. Sometimes we do win. I’m in a band that trudges and staggers down the field and never picked up the knack of marching or saw the point to it. I’m a biology major. I’m a psych major. I’m a software engineer. I’m retired. I’m a musician.
The word I don’t understand is “I’m”.
I’m a father. And a friend. That might last. That and the music.
2 Responses to “Like a Virgin”
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tim said on July 23rd, 2008 at 9:59 am
I was arguing some philosophical point a while ago with a friend of mine (who is a professional, so I was obviously at some risk). After working the case very carefully, I managed to catch him out in a contradiction. “Aha!” I said. “You are saying P now, but just the other day, you were arguing not-P.”
“Oh no,” he replies, “no contradiction at all – I’m not that same person any more.”
Identity is a tricky thing.
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Sounds like you’ve become unstuck in time like Billy Pilgrim in “Slaughter House 5″. But I do understand what you’re saying. It’s hard to grasp what is essentially you, especially when “you” is a conglomerate of pieces anyway.
