I was searching my computer for picture files for a job I did a long time ago and found the below attached essay that I must have wrote about 3 years ago.. I am strongly influenced by another being inside of me who really doesn't identify with me, or the person I chose to be. He's the coolest part about me.
When expressing my emotions to people and describing how and why I feel things, I made up a story about how and why I feel. My person is made up of two “people”. There’s me, Aaron. I speak English and some Spanish. I am a manager. I have emotion, but I am shallow. I am good at math and business. I should be good at spelling, but I’m not. I am also not so hot at spatial relations. Lefty loosey, righty tighty only goes so far in this world. I have a body. I am concerned with vanity and sex and food and money. I go to the gym because I want to look better. I like to yell at bankers. I like getting drunk and setting things on fire. I like watching football. I was born on June 2nd, 1978.
Then there is my soul. He doesn’t speak English. He doesn’t even have a gender. I’m just calling him ‘he’ for the sake of this story. You can hear him when I play music. Not when I’m playing the chords to a song, but when I improvise. He knows love. He is profound. He hangs out with God when I go to work. We meet back at the house at around 5 PM. He also likes to yell at bankers. He likes to write, but he doesn’t know English, so him and I cooperate to get something down on paper. He’s not in everything I write, just the stuff that sends a chill down my spine when I read over what I’ve written. He demands justice and peace. He’s bringing a tear to my eye as I write this. When he laughs, my body cries. He believes that he can change the world, and I believe him. He recently woke up from a dismal sleep and he’s a little stiff and slow. But he is strong, much stronger than I. He will be here, or somewhere long after I have turned to dust. I think he was born on the day that I fell in love for the first time. It was as if my soul finally got the chance to break away from my body and he took it and ran as fast and as far as he could. Him and I often disagree. He is an expert at expressing emotions. He can hear others suffering nearby and from thousands of miles away. He’s going to go to them and make it stop. Him and I have worked up a plan for that. I hope it doesn’t get me killed. My soul doesn’t care if it would. He’s had a sort of death wish since the day I met him. He is most active in the mornings.