I'm cold Cold like a fruit in a fridge I'm cold not warm I'm no fun; I'm in a fridge But I'm sweet Sweet like a cake in your mouth Am I a cake? Are you the fridge? But I'm a fruit Or am I a fruitcake? Am I crazy? Am I what you make me? What am I? Cake or fruit?
Friday, March 7, 2008
Fruitcake
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We often don't care what others think of us even though we sometimes secretly wish they liked us. Sometimes... just sometimes... we really are not to blame for the things we do or the way we are. At such times, our self concept is a rather fluid thing; a response to our circumstances. Which begs the question: are we eccentric or crazy?
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