Who Am I? What Am I?
I have always struggled with these kinds of questions. I literally have no clue how other people perceive me. My usual answer to these questions is “quiet, a bit weird” or “laid-back, friendly?”.
I recently did an art piece using words to describe me, words that I had come up with and words I had asked other about. When it was finished I was pleased that I had come up with so many words, and I started going through them, but I realised that whilst the words written in front of me did in fact describe me, they could also describe billions of other people on the planet. Yes I was looking at an accurate description of myself, but not one that anyone would look at and guess immediately, “That’s got to be “L”!”.
So what would make someone say that? What could I put onto paper, that wasn’t a picture of myself, that would make someone say, “That’s you, definitely you.”
Is that what makes us, us? The bits in the middle, the bits that don’t seem important but that are unique to you.
I sat staring at it, feeling deflated, and wondering what I was missing. What was I?!
I am a
girl woman who refers to herself as a girl when she really isn’t one anymore.
I am a woman who traces facial features, clothing hems and outlines, signs, traffic, and subtitled punctuation with her thumb obsessively, constantly and unconsciously.
I am a woman who drinks weak black decaf coffee and strong green tea. I drink weak gin and tonics and strong commercial beer.
I am full of regret and sadness.
I am full of hope and ideas.
I am a disillusioned Disney Princess who likes a drink.
I am a childless mother.
I am a walking existential crisis.
I am a health conscious smoker.
I am a workshy workaholic.
I am a depressed therapist.
I am the socially awkward life of the party.
I am a walking fucking contradiction, and I still don’t know if any of this is something people would read and say, that’s “L” right there.
What do you think constitutes as making someone “Who they are”?