Anatomy or noggin?
“I am the Queen of England.”
“I am Beyonce.”
“I am a giraffe.”
“I am a baby.”
“I am a woman.”
Being.
Is it in your anatomy or your noggin?
Your first instinct is to look the person over and search for truth. Then if the person is not the Queen or even Queen Bey or a talking giraffe or a baby (but a man in a giant diaper and play pen) or not even a woman, your first instinct is to think:
“Hmmm, someone has a vivid imagination.”
What’s even weirder is that while the anatomy may not match the noggin-speak, what a person thinks and feels about herself too often, good or bad, becomes her reality.
Such is the tragic case of . . .
