Some people just have a good sense of who they are. They can tell you what they feel and why. Others sometimes have to sit there and think a bit.
Now me, I sit there and know more of other people from deducing from their actions. I can describe my friends in a way that they barely realized things about themselves. But when it comes to me, I don't really have a sense of self.
My friend recently asked me to tell him something about myself. I told him I was blunt, strange, and have a strawberry obsession. When he asked why, I couldn't really answer him. I didn't know what made me impulsively honest or weird.
I just shrugged. But it really had me thinking when I got home. Now, it just really bugs me that I don't have a sense of self.
Why are the ice climbers my main in Smash?
Why do I like strawberries so much?
Why do I listen to rock? Because I like it, but why?
It annoyingly got to the point that I was wondering why I liked my name.
I don't know. I felt like I knew everything about myself but nothing at all.