Who are you?

I like who I am.

I'm a bit of a mess. I procrastinate too much and have taken the lazy route a few too many times. I have yet to discover what I ought to do in life or what I want from this existence. I'm confused about having spent a large portion of my life enamored with English only to discover that it's a disgusting joke beyond eleventh grade education. I'm often crass and judgmental, not to mention quick to rage.

But I am proud of who I am. I refuse to lie. I have good morals and I know what is important to me. And I'm intelligent. I may not be comparable to my valedictorian and salutatorian, but I am not daft. I will not be limited to a certain trade or low wage job in the future. While I may not know what I want to do, I know that I truly am not limited.

I am not the sort to wear a pink thong with a white dress. I am not the person from whom you would expect thievery or deceit.

I say this because we all have so many chances to be someone else. If we had not met this person or if we had not visited that place. . . I don't know how many different people I could be. I only know who I am now, but I can imagine the sort of person I would be without having met my best friend. Maybe you can too?

I could so easily have been the sort of person I hate. I could so easily have stopped caring when I wasn't at the top of my class, when I needed a speech teacher and still couldn't read. I could still be mindlessly following a belief system without bothering to sort out my own opinions and beliefs. I could even be whorish.

I am who I am primarily because of my best friend.

Who molded you? Do you even know anymore? And if it had been someone else, do you think you'd like who you became?