What If I Were Not I or You Were Not You?
This is just a thought. It's not poetry nor is it prose. It's just thinking out loud.
It came over me this morning.
Thinking what would have happened to my soul if it hadn't been born into this body? What if Mother had foregone marriage in order to pursue her art?
What if Dad had tried to fall in love with the one his mother picked for him instead of Mother?
What if they hadn't - er - slipped up ten years after they thought they'd finished having children with the three they already had when I surprised them ?
Where WOULD this soul and personality called Nellieanna have gone? Would it have been reassigned? OR would it have missed its only chance? Was I a menopause "accident" because the powers that be discovered that there were more serious kinks in me needing more work than they first thought?
It's puzzling. Yes, very puzzling when I stop to wonder about it.
Tell me, have you ever considered it in your own case? Would you ever consider it or am I just weird?
