HooAMeye

Who are you? Who am I? This is something that cannot be answered with words, or descriptions. Nothing I write or say will make you understand who I am. I don’t mean to avoid the question, but it’s frustrating. I like to look at things from different angles then my own because my position can always change. Trying to think of who I am is too difficult, not because I’m so complicated, but because I think so many things. I can tell you who I think YOU are because of the things I know about you and what you say and do. It’s limited and compact. That doesn’t mean you agree with this or that’s it right, it probably isn’t. Who YOU think YOU are is entirely more elaborate, and infinitely more difficult to answer. So how can I place all those years of actions and thoughts into a digestible conclusion of who I am? I can answer I’m nice, I’m cool, I’m relaxed. That’s not true though, because I’m also angry, I’m a geek, and I’m frantic. Everyone is like this; I’m not alone.

In the movie Anger Management Adam Sandler plays an uptight everyday office man. He is required to attend Anger Management classes with the teacher being Jack Nicholson. In the very first meeting Nicholson asks Sandler to answer the question, who are you?

Click here for video and watch until around 3:05 (It’s about a minute).

The point of this is to say there is no right answer. I know that whatever I write here will be acceptable, but it won’t be accepted. What someone thinks of me is what they see me say and do. Not talking about myself but just normal, or possibly abnormal, everyday interactions. I also know the purpose is just to express our opinions and feelings, but it always comes out feeling fake, forced and ultimately without real effect. I could talk about practically anything but myself.

Now I can easily answer the last three questions in the next 3 words. I don’t know. You want my most immediate concerns? I hope I won’t fail this blog because I’ve gone all philosophical. I hope I won’t get motion sickness on the bus… again, and I hope I can grow a full beard someday. I don’t worry much though, I have hope. And I certainly hope college will offer some real impact on my life that high School never could. This can lead into change and how I feel it only ever comes from new realization; it wouldn’t be new if I knew what it was. College will give me something worth changing for, and i know I have the capacity to change greatly, but I can’t begin to imagine what and how. If I imagine something, and I don’t change immediately, then I’d be lying to write that down. So I suppose I’m hopeful; If I think of myself as anything, it’s open and optimistic. The possibilities are endless.