Its weird to be you. I mean not you; anybody. Whoever. Its alarming to be conscious. To walk down a hall and suddenly think, Hey, its me, its me and no-one else whos here doing this. It kinda wakes you up, makes you feel.... responsible. And thats frightening. Well its some kind of balancing act. You try to be free, get the most out of it, do the right thing, make the wise decision. Just like its weird not to speak English; yo feel on the other side of some border. Of all borders. You say, how come, you speak glish. Sure I do, but I didnt at first. Oh, I guess that at first, nobody spoke anything, right? Fair enough. Its all about overcoming conditioning. Just like being a woman instead of a man. Thats why I never really identified with a gender (or a language for that matter). I mean, didnt identify to the point of losing my freedom to be different. Never took up the icons of the no-man gender to the point of etching them in my soul. Which brings us to the beginning: genders, or sexes in reality, cause existence through breeding.
