in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Tuesday, 26 November 2019

I am only my passport.

Most people define themselves by an imposed (or, if they are lucky, chosen) identity -
something I never wanted or understood. I remain undefined,
except by the passport I would rather not have to have.
Am I 'socially blind' ?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Last year at a Christmas drink, I was asked what my role in life was. I insisted that it was keeping my bed warm. It was not an acceptable answer in their mental multi-choice questionnaire.

Wofl said...

Amazing phrase "role in life". Shakespeare has a hell of a lot to answer for in equating living with theatrics.

I hope that you are Fulfilling your Manifest Destiny by keeping your bed warm. I, a lower class of person, depend on the degenerate if not debauching assistance of an electric blanket.

Karl said...

"Whenever I am impertinently asked what I do, I reply 'I endure myself, from morning to night'" - EM Cioran (somewhat paraphrased)

Wofl said...

Brilliant! Could there be a better response ?