Post by justme on Mar 12, 2009 20:19:26 GMT 10
Who Am I?- The Mind of the ‘Centre’
Who am I? What an Easy question. I am me. What do you mean who is me? I am the centre of the universe, the meaning of life and basically the only reason you’re standing right there looking at me.
Okay, Okay- I know what you’re thinking- What is he on about? Didn’t his mother give him that “the world doesn’t revolve around you” speech at least a thousand times? Just so you know, she did. But, of course, I didn’t believe her, Did you? Can you honestly say that you were sucked into that?
What! You don’t believe me; well I shall prove it to you.
Everything I see, hear, touch, smell, fell, enjoy happens to me, in front of me, around me! When someone walks out the door, that’s it, they’re gone, that is until the next time they are needed in the story that is my life.
So you see, I am the centre of the universe. Aren’t convinced? Then allow me to help your slow-witted self out.
Life is like a stage and we are the cast. There’s the minor roles- that’s you, there the throwaways, the comic reliefs, the background, the randoms and my personal favourite, the romantic interests. Then there’s the leading role…..that’s me by the way. What makes me the leading role, you say? Well that’s ridiculous! How could any but I be the leading role? Think about say the romantic interest, you never see her eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, you never see her watch movies, walking to bus stations, do anything- unless of course it’s with me.
You see, the minor roles are but absolute randoms that no one particularly cares about. You know the ones; they are scripted into every play. “Member of the crowd”, “minstrel”, “boy”, “servant”, “passerby” or even the infamous “person 1,2 or 3”. They don’t have real personalities, backgrounds, plots, families- anything really for the audience to be remotely concerned about if they were to suddenly cark it on stage.
Whereas me, however, if I was to die, not that it would be possible, being the centre of the universe and all, but if it were, they would mourn and weep; snuggling closer to their husbands and wives, and then later bitch about how I had no right to die, how they wished that that cup had not been poisoned or that serial killer had not been inconveniently positioned behind the door. So you see everyone around me is but an actor with a simple role, a couple of lines here and a bit of pose striking there, all used mainly to keep the attention on me.
But as well as the leading role, I am also the director and the script writer. You see, everything I can hear, touch, fell and see is but a fabrication of my brilliant mind.
*pause*
That’s where everything is processed and eventually created. Which makes me not only the centre of the universe and the meaning of life but also life and the universe’s creator and therefore there god. So who are you to question me, you are fictitious and merely a play thing of my imagination.
Hold on that’s a good question, who the hell are you?
Ha ha…..you can’t be me- I am me.
Well I don’t know.
No I am not going to share. I am god.
Get out, Get out.
GET OUT!!!
*Tortured Scream*
questions, comments, concerns all appreciate.....performed this and got top marks last year.... yeah have fun with it
Who am I? What an Easy question. I am me. What do you mean who is me? I am the centre of the universe, the meaning of life and basically the only reason you’re standing right there looking at me.
Okay, Okay- I know what you’re thinking- What is he on about? Didn’t his mother give him that “the world doesn’t revolve around you” speech at least a thousand times? Just so you know, she did. But, of course, I didn’t believe her, Did you? Can you honestly say that you were sucked into that?
What! You don’t believe me; well I shall prove it to you.
Everything I see, hear, touch, smell, fell, enjoy happens to me, in front of me, around me! When someone walks out the door, that’s it, they’re gone, that is until the next time they are needed in the story that is my life.
So you see, I am the centre of the universe. Aren’t convinced? Then allow me to help your slow-witted self out.
Life is like a stage and we are the cast. There’s the minor roles- that’s you, there the throwaways, the comic reliefs, the background, the randoms and my personal favourite, the romantic interests. Then there’s the leading role…..that’s me by the way. What makes me the leading role, you say? Well that’s ridiculous! How could any but I be the leading role? Think about say the romantic interest, you never see her eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, you never see her watch movies, walking to bus stations, do anything- unless of course it’s with me.
You see, the minor roles are but absolute randoms that no one particularly cares about. You know the ones; they are scripted into every play. “Member of the crowd”, “minstrel”, “boy”, “servant”, “passerby” or even the infamous “person 1,2 or 3”. They don’t have real personalities, backgrounds, plots, families- anything really for the audience to be remotely concerned about if they were to suddenly cark it on stage.
Whereas me, however, if I was to die, not that it would be possible, being the centre of the universe and all, but if it were, they would mourn and weep; snuggling closer to their husbands and wives, and then later bitch about how I had no right to die, how they wished that that cup had not been poisoned or that serial killer had not been inconveniently positioned behind the door. So you see everyone around me is but an actor with a simple role, a couple of lines here and a bit of pose striking there, all used mainly to keep the attention on me.
But as well as the leading role, I am also the director and the script writer. You see, everything I can hear, touch, fell and see is but a fabrication of my brilliant mind.
*pause*
That’s where everything is processed and eventually created. Which makes me not only the centre of the universe and the meaning of life but also life and the universe’s creator and therefore there god. So who are you to question me, you are fictitious and merely a play thing of my imagination.
Hold on that’s a good question, who the hell are you?
Ha ha…..you can’t be me- I am me.
Well I don’t know.
No I am not going to share. I am god.
Get out, Get out.
GET OUT!!!
*Tortured Scream*
questions, comments, concerns all appreciate.....performed this and got top marks last year.... yeah have fun with it
