Me, Myself, And I

Me, Myself, And I

A Story by james nuzzello
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What a wonderful title, which all of us can put philosophy into words about ourselves.

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                                                            Me Myself And I
     Our story begins with a look inside myself as I reach a journey too hard to resist mentioning; me. I am not your typical self centered person. Maybe some what selfish, but its only because like almost everyone else  we tend to our own desires. We all take ourselves a bit too serious, not always when we are alone, and its also true when we are hunting through the refrigerator in the middle of the night for something nice to eat, our mind is on ourselves, especially when we reach for the last piece of pie. Maybe its why we see ourselves as the only person that matters most of the time. And if you believe that everyone hasn't thought of the idea of being secluded, and living the life they want away from everyone else; think again.
     When I lived alone, things were easier in a very special way. I had plenty of time for my own needs, all the soul searching a person could ask for. Well everyone has to admit that we don't have enough time for reaching for what we really feel. Its a serious problem every time any distraction crosses our thinking pattern. Sometimes not thinking of me, myself, and only I. Trying to recapture who we are, and how to get to what is really how we feel about changes effect us, and who we are becoming. Even being selfishness changes all the time. We don't know exactly what we want. I'll try hard to accept who I am, and might become though life changes, no matter how many times I get side tracked.
     For myself the dream of becoming wealthy has never been forgotten. Another direction, and a different level for ways to get there have changed so many times. Even myself has lost count. Its like living a movie, its my movie, or is it myself being around in someone else's mind, and is the question; can I accept this change, because it doesn't even sound like myself anymore.
     The thought of living on someone else's mantle never suited my way of thinking. I, which matters the most, can only tolerate so much. Even the nicest people could drive a person up a wall. One of these day's, one of these day's I say. Will be the better days coming. Maybe I'll realize, these are the better day's, but just have to have enough time on my hand long enough to figure it out. I am changing, and embrace every moment as desperate as I want to remember that
     For me myself and I. There is only one choice which is so evident so evident, it doesn't have to drive a person crazy. Its always just a matter of time, and by the way, having nothing left in life but time is considered a sin. Waiting, and working toward a goal. Only having to realize for me, myself and I, will get there eventually. The sin part always reveals itself when we are at our most vulnerable. As if counting every second of the day in anticipation for me, myself, and I. 
      Believe me if I could harness all the good times in my life, and believe they'll make that much of a big difference, me, myself, and I would jump at the chance to grab onto it and wish for the best. It doesn't work that way, we live in the moment.
       Maybe we all are too selfish, maybe we are all too plastic, and possibly fooled by taking ourselves too seriously. So what, who is stopping us. Me, myself, and I. Just another fool laying their will upon ours. Who needs the purists complaining about everything, and everybody they know nothing about. It seems as if a purist talks loud enough, their controlling nature might take hold, and people actually will believe them. But their wrong when it comes to a guy who believes in me, myself,and I.
      Remember me, myself and I. As far as I can tell. I believe there isn't really anyone more important than our self. Me myself, and I are trying to reinvent us all the time. I'll spare you for now, and save it foe later. That should be the norm, but we can't escape humanity no matter how we want to; why try. I'll have to add lib later. Me, Myself, and I are too tired of  waiting, and have to write on it.
       
                                     "Be immune to rumor"
                                           Jimmy Nuzz

© 2016 james nuzzello


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james nuzzello
One of those things when thinking all alone.

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james nuzzello
james nuzzello

East Haven, CT



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I have been an aspiring writer for years. I tried to work on myself at every chance I had while writing. I should be saying, I still am. Wanting dearly to become a good writer... Studied publishing at.. more..

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