It's funny isn't it? When someone asks you a simple question, and for the life of you you cannot understand why it is that you find it so difficult to give a simple answer, especially when the question is about a really easy topic...you. I encountered a very unusual question the other night, completely unexpected, completely simple, completely complicated...yet simply incomplete.
The conversation started easy enough: "You look good. You look different. How have you been?" You know...the usual type of questions from someone close to you who you haven't seen in a while. But then the conversation took a horrible turn down an unending road, filled with discomfort, confusion and worse of all...it ended in a question. The question: "So let's be honest, it's just you and me. Who are you...really?"
Yes...the worst type of question anyone could have asked me. Especially when one considers the fact that I myself did not know the answer to the question. So for a while I sat and thought about it...all night in fact. And I found myself asking myself another really bad question: "Who am I supposed to be?". So I thought to myself. You know those little boxes, the ones you can't really see, and yet the ones that are the most visible when you find yourself looking for one. They're the boxes nobody talks about, and the ones that everyone wants. They're the boxes we're supposed to fit into in order to have a greater understanding about who we are, and how we relate to other people.
So now I'm sitting with the biggest dilemma ever...Out of all the pretty boxes. Millions and billions of them. For some reason I can't find a single one that I am meant to fit into. It would be easier if they were labeled a bit better, and if the shapes and sizes weren't so specific. But no...not a single little box that's just right for me. Am I the only person without a little box?
The conversation started easy enough: "You look good. You look different. How have you been?" You know...the usual type of questions from someone close to you who you haven't seen in a while. But then the conversation took a horrible turn down an unending road, filled with discomfort, confusion and worse of all...it ended in a question. The question: "So let's be honest, it's just you and me. Who are you...really?"
Yes...the worst type of question anyone could have asked me. Especially when one considers the fact that I myself did not know the answer to the question. So for a while I sat and thought about it...all night in fact. And I found myself asking myself another really bad question: "Who am I supposed to be?". So I thought to myself. You know those little boxes, the ones you can't really see, and yet the ones that are the most visible when you find yourself looking for one. They're the boxes nobody talks about, and the ones that everyone wants. They're the boxes we're supposed to fit into in order to have a greater understanding about who we are, and how we relate to other people.
So now I'm sitting with the biggest dilemma ever...Out of all the pretty boxes. Millions and billions of them. For some reason I can't find a single one that I am meant to fit into. It would be easier if they were labeled a bit better, and if the shapes and sizes weren't so specific. But no...not a single little box that's just right for me. Am I the only person without a little box?
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