Options May Vary
I started writing a short story last night with the thought "the world is awash with objects and roles to play in order to receive them." In the opening sequence, a 4-year-old boy wants to be a mommy so that he can collect all the cool accessories he sees at Babies 'R Us. I wonder how to describe myself without listing the bands that I listen to or the books I read or the movies I watch or the college I attended or the car I drive or my political bent. Would I say that I'm kind, loyal, sometimes brave, sometimes very scared? Would we all say those things? But there must be more that separates us than accessories.