Greenville, South Carolina
I just want to know who I am.
What exactly do you mean? There are certain things that define us but we don't need them to know who we are. Yes, Van Gogh was a painter; but take away his paint brush and he was still Van Gogh. It's all about the inner life, the life of the mind, not your occupation or your style or your name or any of that stuff.
And if you're completely confused by your inner life as we all have been at one point or another, then introduce you to yourself. Seriously. Get a piece of paper and pencil and write down all your beliefs.
Do I believe in Santa Claus?
Do I believe in God?
Do I like the color red?
Can I spell antidisestablishmentarianism?
Do I know the long-term effects of silicone dust on the lungs?
Am I conservative or liberal? Republican, Democrat or nonpartisan?
What's my favorite subject in school? What's my favorite pastime?
Where do I want to go in life? Where don't I want to go in life?
What do I want or don't want? Need and don't need?
Why do I wear red socks instead of white socks?
Who am I?
After you've pondered all your questions, you'll probably end up with an answer like Chris's: "I am me."
Or you could just think about it the way I do: I figure I'm probably not the type of person I want to hang out with, so I don't bother knowing myself.
“Well all the apostles, they’re sittin’ on the swings, sayin’ I’d sell off my savior for a set of new rings.”