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Be Yourself

 Be Yourself

M=Me

Y=You

M: Yeah, but how? 

And what happens if by just being “myself” nobody actually likes me or wants to be with me?

Y: Oh well, then you could just read one or two of those self-help books that smooth off those little rough edges, not that you need to change that much, just those few little things which, well, make you a little less likeable. 

M: Ok, so I’ve read the book

Y: What book?

M: Well, you said I should read a self-help book to make me a better person

Y: Oh, so was it the BIG BOOK OF SELF IMPROVEMENT? 

M: Uh, nope, it was a small one … I think, well, kind of medium sized

Y: Well then you could probably expect a few small changes, nothing too dramatic though. Maybe if you’d checked with me, I would have lent you mine, which is the best one … because IT’S BIG and has a lot of “HOW TO CHANGE YOURSELF AND MAKE YOURSELF INTO A BETTER PERSON” research in it 

M: Oh, well can you at least see a little bit of difference? 

Y: Well, now that you mention it, you do seem a little less sure of yourself, less over confident which is a plus. Maybe you could get a good haircut?

M: Cut my hair? But I like it like this, plus I think it makes me stronger

Y: Oh, it’s absolutely fine like it is of course but maybe a different cut might suit your lifestyle a bit better 

M: What? I have a lifestyle?

Y: Sure, you’ve got that free ‘n easy gypsy thing going which is fine … if you’re a gypsy, but maybe people don’t take you seriously because they can’t relate to you 

M: You mean my gypsy thing? 

Y: You don’t have to change it completely just maybe tone it down a tad. Maybe put some blonde highlights through your hair, they would just lift the grey a bit and make you look a bit younger

M: But I like the grey. I’m getting used to it. It’s me, and didn’t you say I should be myself? 

Y: Of course! Just be your best self

M: Which means read a book, listen to you and change my hair colour? 

Y: Well, what do I know? I’m not you am I? I mean, I like you just the way you are

M: You do? So I don’t have to change really? Because I actually like me

Y: Sure you do … 

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