Face Off
Who are you? Some stare dumbly, sarcastically as the question leaves one mouth and travels the sound waves to their ears. "I don't know...the cat is out of food." As if the cat will cover for the uncertainty of their answer. "I'm me," one slyly responds, finding their answer fits into some mysterious loophole of ambiguity. And yet others, "I am Batman," "I'm a mother," "I'm a doctor," "I'm a teacher," "I'm a Christian," "I'm a goddess." The question, obviously, is the irrelevant part because the answer defines the question and not, as it would seem, the other way around. But, hold up a mirror to these people and ask them, "is this you?" and there will probably be some response in the way of "of course it is you moron, who else would it be?" Face is the fact. Until it isn't.
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