Who am I
? That question rings throughout my being and raises doubts and insecurities. The simple answer to this question is the obvious: my name, age, hometown, hobbies/interests and the like. But, the answer is never that simple. The answer to the question “Who are you?” is much deeper than what people with internet access could look up, like many things in life.
I have many superficial layers, as one must peel them back to find my core. One look at me cannot encompass all that I am. I am a “Jesus freak”, a loner, someone scarred and bruised and still healing. I believe all human life is a precious thing; no life is worthless. I don’t believe in coincidence; there are too many in life to say it was luck. My heart readily goes out to the hurting, as I can easily empathize with a wide variety of characters. My outer nature may be very docile, but inside I can be stubborn and fierce, lashing out at adversity.
Do not assume anything when dealing with me. I may say, “I am ready to hear you.” But, am I really? The first driving instinct is to please my moral compass, then you. I have been unheard all my teenage life. Make sure I hear you.
I am a large bundle of contradictions, can anyone pick and lift my layers off to see the inner me? So, do not judge me based on what others say about me or your first impressions. For I may not be wrapped up and categorized all that easily.