I like crispy bacon
as well as other foods
and I also like more food.

But what if I hated bacon
and instead like the disgusting
“meat free” meat?

Wouldn’t I still be me?

I like to wear clothes
because why not.

But what if I wore pieces
of newspaper taped together instead?

Wouldn’t I still be me?

What if I actually used
social media.
And actually use it other than
having my mom use my phone for
social media when she loses hers?

Wouldn’t I still be me?

What if I did stuff that
I hate doing and loved it?
What if I actually did
really great poetry?

Wouldn’t I still be me?

What if I stopped worrying
about stuff that happens in
movies?
What if I never asked
another “what if” question ever
again?

Would I still be me?