Lately, flooded with memories of messages from childhood, infused with identifiers of what I could not do, what I should do, and who/what I am.
"You can't spell."
"You can't write."
"You can't read."
"You don't get math as fast as..."
"You should take the easy classes..."
"Here's the teacher's edition with the answers to make it easier for you."
"You are slouching! Stand up straight! Suck in your gut! Look confident!"
"You're so 'sweet,' so kind."
"You're lazy...you won't amount to anything."
"You should be an insurance salesman."
"You look good."
"You should go outside and practice basketball--stop sitting in the house playing the piano with that 'fat [racial slur] woman!"
"If it weren't for these damn kids..."
"Don't trust anyone."
"You will respect me!!!"
"You're too sensitive."
"Be a man!"
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Others' projections? Mostly.
Identifiers? Not necessarily.
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