I find I have little use defining myself to myself. I am. I am lots of things. I have no box, and that doesn’t frighten me. If others need to fit me into a box so they can find my place in their personal classification system that helps them feel less or more at odds with the world, that’s okay. Sometimes annoying, but okay.
Sure I have a nature that I’ve discovered over time, some of which I nurture and some of which I try to rectify. But I still don’t feel that it’s a solid identity, but rather maybe a concept.
Yeah, I’m ME. That about covers it for me.
I think the writers on Ted Lasso got it pitch perfect with Jamie saying “Why would I want to be anything else, I’m me.”
So you never find yourself being someone you don’t want to be? You never have regrets that lead you to want to make changes?
Do I wish I mined bitcoin when it was cheap and easy? Or bought Apple stock just before the first iPhone? Or just not stuck my dick in the crazy? Sure I wish I knew then what I know but that’s just the road not taken.
Have I fucked shit up and hurt people I wish I hadn’t? Of course I’m human, but each mistake that broke me also made me put myself back together and I like to think that like a piece of Kitsuni art the remade pieces of me are better then they were before.
But maybe I’m an optimist and like to think that everyone is a work in progress and most choose to be better as they go along, including myself.
