Blob

My name is Jense.
I don't get it.
Sometimes, I think I'm jst a blob. Almost like an intelligence. But different.
I look in the mirror and I see a blob.
I'm pretty sure that in the premortal world, I was one of the last to be created. God was probably tired of creating. But he had one more to make.
Me.
And so, He just threw a bunch of pieces together. Some arms, legs, nose, eyes, mouth...
And Voila!
There I was.
"Done."
That would explain alot.
Everyone else had a lot of time to be put together. All the pieces intricately placed. Everyone was beautiful.
Everyone but me.
Because I am just a blob.