Who am I?

I am following in the footsteps of every Philosophy major, Psychiatrist, spiritual guru, and notoriously "quotable" celebrity out there. I should add aspiring author and self-proclaimed writer and poet to the list as well.

Who am I? The impossible question everyone with an ounce of self-reflection asks his or her self at one point or another. Is this my first time asking? At 26? No. I've wondered all my life. I've asked, thought about it, and had clearly defined terms that I continuously changed as I grew older.

I'm a kid. A sister. A daughter. A friend. A student. An enemy. A loner. Awkward. Intelligent. Scared. Jaded. Nice. Quiet. Vindictive. Loud. Overwhelming. Dramatic. Crazy. Seemingly helpless with a core of inner strength.

I could go on forever. I am all of those things. Yet, I am none of them.

It is a trick question. There is no answer. I cannot tell you who I am, just as you could never tell me who you are.

Is my Zodiac sign eerily correct? Yes. Is that who I am? If so, then I am the same person as a twelfth of the world. They took twelve individuals and cloned them billions of times. That sounds legit.

Do I have certain personality traits? Yes. Do I exhibit them all of the time? No. Everyday I am a new person. I am a different person. Maybe I have a Multiple Personality Disorder and I really am a different person every day! Although some could argue this case, I'm inclined to go with: uh, no.

Is who I am dependent on what I do? God, I hope not! That would mean that I am literally a couch potato. Has anyone ever put a potato on a couch and left it there? Really, where did this expression come from? Digression over.

I am what I eat? Part cow, chicken, potato, and creamed spinach. Without turning this into a discussion about my incredibly weird and horrible diet, I would have to say that makes me a possible Frankenstinian experiment on Veggietales.

What about the facts? My name. My birthdate. My address. Eye color. Hair color. Weight. Height. I am a non-smoker, social drinker who lives with family, is currently unemployed, and as far as anyone knows, single. Is this who I am? Yes... and no.

I think Margaret Mead put it best: "Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else."

I am a human being. I share the same emotions, thoughts, worries, and dreams as everyone else. What makes me unique is how I choose to express those things. Is it always in the same way? No. Do you ALWAYS cry when you are sad? Do you ONLY think positive thoughts? Is one dream ENOUGH for you?

Who am I? I am me. And that is the most honest answer I can give you.