many me

Last night, just before one a.m., I had the brilliant idea that if I multiplied myself I could get more things done and help more people. But it was three hours way past my bedtime and not even the appearance of Michael Jackson’s ghost could have kept my eyes open. So instead, I went to bed dreaming about the many mes, how we saved the dolphins, how we found a cure for boredom, and how we baked everyone in the world a cupcake.

Honesty, I wish there were more of me. I could be everywhere at once. With my sister, my parents, my photography, my love, my friends, my shopping, my work and most importantly, by myself to think. But, physically, there is only one of me, as there is with everyone else. And I think that’s what makes us so invaluable as humans. Initially, it was a good idea. But really? Can you imagine there being five of me? I’d be scared too.

P.S. Amy, thank you for the inspiration.