This is me

This is me. I live my life thinking about me. What am I going to do today? Call up a few friends, arrange to hang out, grab a bite, take in a movie basically do everything that I want to do to make me happy. This is me. What are the other things I love to do? Lets squeeze those in. Its great to be living life king-size as the ad goes. Have tons of stuff going on so maybe go onto facebook and let the world know - man, life's a ride, a long weekend, I am living it up. This is me.

And in the background of this hectic, happening, awesome life there's stuff happening that sticks like little yellow post-it notes way back on the noticeboard. Take down the salsa classes and the shoe-shopping and whoaa whats that? Some one else, another person, another someone like me? Naaah they're not having such a great time. Hell no, they're being beaten up, and Oh my god! burnt alive Good Lord! Why? Why? What? there's a truckload of reasons why and not a single one makes sense!! Because would it make sense? to thrash the living daylights out of someone, another someone (like me?) Oh man. Tough. Wrong place wrong time. Shit happens. Next.

But hang on a minute, what if I'm next?

BIG FAT WAKE UP CALL. Now's the time to make some noise. Now's the time to ask those questions. Now's the time to snap out it. Because I've a dirty feeling I know who's next!