Confess What’s Bugging You
The “I am that …” meme seems to have spread so far and so fast because it closely resembles a Confession.
People get to confess and out comes the guilt, bitterness, frustrations and overall pending issues. After they participate in this meme, they feel better because now they’ve got it off their chest and into the heads of anybody who reads their blog.
Here’s my confession.
I am the god named Iamme, who blogs because he has no mouth but must scream.
I am the boy, betrayed by his country’s racial policies and education system.
I am the son, who was born first and provides for his family because it is his duty.
I am the brother, who suffers from guilt from never being around so he buy things to make up for it.
I am the boyfriend, who has been in love with the same girl since he was 13 years old.
I am the friend who won’t play the sms game with you because he’s in the first stages of CRT & arthiritis so it hurts his fingers to have to tap tiny keys.
I am the Catholic, who won’t go to church but still says his prayers and submits to the authority of the Pope.
I am the man, who sits alone sipping whiskey in bars because drinking is not a teamsport.
I am the homophobe, who struggles accept people for what they are and to contain his fear of what he does not understand.
I am the magic pony, who will grant all your wishes if you only knew what it is exactly that you want
I am the devil, who doesn’t really care about anyone or anything if I don’t feel like it.
I am Cowboy Caleb, but Cowboy Caleb is not me.
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