Me

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun

Me, a name I call the rational, conscious part of my brain. Freud called this the ego, or self. So what are the parts of me that aren't me? Do my subconscious thoughts share my existance, or just interact with it? Can I (being »me«) assume responsibility for the uncontrolled actions of my id and superego? And if this is »me«, then who the hell are »you«?

I finally found that the force at the center of the universe is not me.

I am, therefore I am. Me Myself and I.

Tell me the truth about me and you!!

'Me! I stay here of course. I always do.'

They were asking what I think about me. But I was afraid of what they would do with the information if I gave it to them. In truth, I was afraid to discover it myself, too. So I probably prevaricated for a while, pretending to tie my shoelace, check the timetable I always carry for such moments – yes, such a challenge *was scheduled but they are never usually on time – and enquired of one, whether we could have met before, at such-and-such a conference or interview. After a bit of this, the atmosphere changed. I could teleport, or I could try and cooperate, as we all wanted. Me, I said. I think it's gone astray.

I am me and nobody i slike me!

babies do not have a concept of me / i.
that is why mothers say mum when they talk about themselves. it actually makes sense and is not only cute shit. otherwise the baby would start calling the mother me or i. get that?
babies live in oneness. separation comes with getting older.
and the problems with separation start with the getting out of hand / development of the ego.
ego lives on the energy of others. that leads to the idea of power games and manipulation in the adultworld.
that again started when religion especially christianity rose. the one god -power. the one rightness. the blocking, pointing out evil.
the judgeing.

»Me, me!« cried Mimi.

She was that kinda gal.