I am the sort of person that usually desires nothing. However, I must be in the evolutionary process of change because I find myself wanting new things. For example, when it comes to MySpace, I wanted my "About Me" section to be written in third person. I viewed it as the pinnacle of success when someone else would take the time to write about me, saving me from the delightfully grueling task of reflective writing. In wanting to make that third person write-up a reality, I almost searched tirelessly for a college recommendation letter written for me in High School by a classmate (thank you Abigail for the best letter ever). And, while this letter had always been neatly tucked away in its own folder in a known location, it seems to now be hiding from me, as if to teach me a lesson. Then, I thought of asking someone to write about me (for free, of course, because I'm still waiting for my ship to come in). However, I'm such a geek that I'd probably edit their piece until it became my own anyway. Then, I thought of simply writing about myself in third person, but then that seemed like a cross between schizophrenia and narcissism. Finally, I had to come to terms with the fact that I would be me--in first person. What's so wrong with indulging myself, and singing my own praises for the cyberworld to hear and read? It's a beautiful thing! (So, one thing about me is that, clearly, I think too much and can analyze a thing to death.)Another thing that I found myself wanting was to be able to list off a rap sheet of insurmountable accomplishments and accolades proclaiming that I am the best thing next to sliced bread. I wanted to say that I won poetry slam of the universe; that I talked the Pope down from off the ledge; and, that I sent Russell Simmons into cardiac arrest because my poem had shaken him to the core. All that would be a lie (or truth waiting to be manifested, depending on how you look at it).What I can say is that I have the gift of creating parallel worlds with just my words. It's a gift that was once a burden because I was raised to be seen and not heard. Luckily, the flame had not been entirely blown out, just dimmed. Now, I venture to spread my words like a raging fire across the universe! (Okay, is it clear that I've watched a lot of cartoons in my days?)I WRITE. In the beginning there was the Word and the Word was made flesh. God is omnipotent, and man, made in his image, is potent. I have words in my hands, and I desire to create with them.[LOVEMYFLASH]
