I am me

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.


- Virginia Satir

Don't give a damn

I am not a bitch, my friend

I am only trying to make amends

You got what you gave

You gave what you got

Isn't that the world's oldest plot

I gave you love, and a lot more

But your lascivious desire lied with that whole 

Life is a circle, don’t you see

It came back to you, what you did to me

I writhed in misery and pain

Witnessing your haughty disdain

Is it now that you feel remorse?

After you left me lachrymose

I slyly smile and secretly applaud

Cos life has just been fair, afterall

I ain’t seeking revenge, there’s no iniquitous plan

It’s just that my darling, I don’t give a damn