Who am I? What a bullshit question. In addition to changing every day, I’m also in the volatile “What the hell am I doing?” stage in my life. Right now, my identity isn’t easy to narrow down. Nonetheless, I’ll give it my best shot.
I guess the easiest way to answer is with a bunch of “I am” statements like “I am a writer,” “I am from Pennsylvania,” and “I am a brother.” Those things are all true, but they aren’t unique to me.
I think the best way to reveal who I truly am is to tell you what I believe in. So, here goes.
I believe in superstition (I keep a lucky pineapple under my bed). I believe in bowling as a method of therapy. I believe that smoking cigarettes makes me more creative. I believe that my dog can talk, but she just doesn’t want me to know. I believe that my parents would win the Parents of the World award if there was such a thing. I believe that introversion is productive. I believe that writing is meant to be weird. I believe that 49% of people suck. I believe that smell is the second most attractive thing about a girl, right behind intelligence. I believe that twenty minutes isn’t enough to adequately describe who I am. I believe in swear words, dammit. I believe in laughing at inappropriate moments. I believe in justice. I believe in Earl Grey tea. I believe in eating peanut butter with a spoon. I believe in taking care of myself. I believe in God (maybe).
I believe that there is no one who shares the exact same set of beliefs as me. And I believe that is pretty cool.
I wrote this for an assignment in my journalism class this morning. We had twenty minutes to describe who we were. Though difficult, I think this captures a large chunk of who I am.
But I know who I am. I’m me after all. I want to know who you are. More specifically, I want to know what you believe in. So tell me, what are your beliefs? Do you believe in gorging yourself on peanut butter like me? Or do you believe that peanut butter is a product of the hell-demon Gorlak and should be shunned by all the universe? I’m interested to hear.
On a different note, there will be no Tuesday Tuneday today. My voice has been destroyed by some otherworldly demon (Gorlak, perhaps) and now I sound like I ate a healthy helping of sandpaper for breakfast. My deepest apologies. I will resume my musical ways next Tuesday. That is all.
I believe that this Kwote has Ended