I Blog Too Much -or- A Diagnosis

So then my son, what are you?

Are you a vampire? Have you completely corrupted your intellect? Are you using your power of understanding for ill gains and hedonism?

Are you a zombie? Have you been utterly consumed by appetite? Are you simply a walking hunger and desire for food, sex, and cigarettes?

Are you a werewolf? Do you flip between control and chaos by the moonlight? By day a civil, caring man, by night, when no one can see, a vicious snarling beast?

Are you a ghost? Has your soul lost contact with the divine and crossed into the realm of the damned? Are you simply haunting this world which you should have left long ago?

Or are you something else?

Something less?

Dear God, not something more?

No.

You are a man (or maybe just a boy). Either way, you are a creature irreducible to archetype. You are vampire, angle, zombie, saint, werewolf, magus, ghost, and always storyteller. The question I suppose is: What story are you telling? And, who is the hero?