Who Am I?

Serious Thoughts, Serious Racer

“Who am I?”  she said.  “Are you lightening??” I said.  She shook her head no.  “Are you Wall-E”??? I said.  She shook her head no. ”Emma?”  Again no. ”Give me a clue,” I said.  She stared at me blankly. 

I was exhausted, my fascination with the fantasy world and her rapidly changing avitar was running low.  I was tired of being Mater, towing every idyllic daydream around; tired of being Eeeeva, forcing green things down after I was long since full to coax a few fibrous morsels into Wall-E. 

 ”Who am I?”  She said again.  I glanced at her staring blankly at me, hollow eyes, as if she was truly waiting to assume a persona once dubbed.  “If you don’t know who I am, I’m nobody,” she said.

 ”Ok” I said. 

“I don’t want to be nobody” she said.  

No, I thought, that doesn’t sound healthy, unsure of how to end this cyclic ruse.  Was she truly being metaphysical or was she as bored of her favorite characters as I was.  Maybe she had tired of being the fastest race car, always on top, self absorbed and brash.  Maybe she had  tired of being the old, rusty robot, best friends with Beetle,  searching endlessly for love with someone out of his league.  It made sense really, neither of these characters stripped down were very appealing to me. 

I gave her a big hug.  “Do you need some attention?” I asked. 

“Who am I?” she answered, staring back at me blankly.  “Well…I’m Mater” I said with a sigh, “so…you must be Lightening”.  She frowned.  “Lightening McQueen” she stated bluntly.  “Of course”. 

Thank goodness, our personality disorders had abated. I towed her off the chair and into my lap for a big hug.  She wriggled away and jumped down racing off.  “Who are you Mommy?”  she shouted. Don’t confuse me I thought, I have enough trouble figuring that out on my own these days.