Legendary Short Stories: Enigmaa Me

Enigma me: The story of a simple man, the story of a complex man.

I am a man. Yes, a man. Yet, more than a man. I am a superhero of sorts. I am a villain of sorts. I am an enigma wholly and completely. I am a failure. I am a success. I am a loser AND a winner if you can believe that. I am holy and unholy. A saint and a sinner. A sojourner and a hopelessly disabled cripple. I am simply a man.

Who I am, you may ask. A very good question, I would say. The answer to your question is both simple and complex. Do you have time to learn the answer? I hope that you do. I am both a simpleton and a philosopher. I am a lunatic who has taken over the asylum and as sound as an English Pound in any fine and respectable bank in London, England. I am a simple man. I am an enigma.

I am nothing. I am something. I am wrong. I am right. I am an imbecile. I am a genius of sorts, anyway. I am everything I have ever hoped to be and yet I am an utter failure at nearly everything. I am wonderful at times and I am a disappointment at times. I am cheerful. I am depressed. I am happy. I am sad. I am up. I am down. Way, way down sometimes. Way, way, way down.

I am. No, not that I am, another lesser I am. Way, way, way lesser. I am, in fact and in truth, not the I am you may be thinking about. My apologies if I have either angered or offended you by the spouting off of my inane words. And yet, I don’t apologize for saying what I feel or what I think. Fuck you if you think I am wrong to write what I feel.

I hate. I am in love. I am all that is good in the world, I am all that is bad in the world. I am not what you suppose me to be.

I love righteousness. I snicker at wicked fun. I like certain things, I hate others. I feel wronged at times. I feel right at times. I am not in control. Yes, usually, I am not in control. I am a man of certain fortunes. I am a man of miserable losses. I am a hero. No, I am not a hero. I already indicated that.

I love, I cherish, I adore. I despise, I refuse, I vehemently disagree. I am a philosopher. I am a clown. I never needed anything. I desperately need you and yet, I don’t need you. I don’t. I don’t. I don’t. Actually, I do, I really do.

I do not care and yet I care immensely. I say things I regret and I also say things much too wise for holy books. My hands shake incessantly yet my heart is rock solid. I have few friends. I have many acquaintances. People consider me a stranger. Friends consider me a brother. I am a nobody. I am everybody’s nobody.

I am a weirdo, freak, misfit, geek, dumbo, ignoramus, idiot, genius, all around nice guy, gentleman, a fine one at that . I’m a venturer in a strange new world. I’m a stranger in a world of venture. Let me heal in this strange land, land opportunity. Where I am going nobody knows but me and that’s the only way I would have it.

Sing me a song, you’re a singer. Do me no wrong, oh bringer of evil, you have got to bleed for this dancerl. On and on I travel from heaven through hell. The ending is just the beginning. Oh it’s on and on and on and on. Heaven and hell, fool.

If it seems to be real, it's an illusion. Love can be seen as the answer. But what is love anyway? It is but an illusion in a cloud of dreams. At least that is how it appears to this poor soul.

I am everything you are not: And then some. I am a shining star among darkness. I am sugar in a world of salt. I am spice to a I am like so many things and more. And yet, I am nothing. I am exactly not like you. And yet, I AM you. And I will forever and for all times be you. Forever and ever, Amen.