|Self v Self
||[Jul. 26th, 2004|06:58 pm]
I thought about posting a poem earlier, one that chimed with something a friend had written in her journal. Trouble is it was an old poem- ten years old or thereabouts. I fetched it from its file and even began correcting it, and then thought, no, this ain't mine, this is the work of someone I used to be; to post it now would be a kind of plagiarism.|
My old self and my current self hold quite different views. I find his enthusiasms embarrassing and even a little insincere. I want to tell him to grow up.
(Which, of course, he did.)
There he is in the corner now. My God, he's got long hair and a beard!
And where's his sense of humour?
What a sweetly sanctimonious face! How his eyes glisten with compassion! Does he presume to pity me?
Well let him; I don't give a stuff what he thinks!