Who Am I?
It’s a big question. There is an entire universe of who I am, and another universe of me that I don’t know yet.
My Bio on facebook says that I listen to Opera when I have migraines, that the sound of running water makes me relaxed, that I still like watching Saturday morning cartoons and that I drew a water monster with a fur hat on my bathroom wall.
But that’s not all of who I am.
My hero Is Joan of arc, because she was so powerful, changed the course of history at 15 and died for her beliefs.
You should never stop learning.
I like sound design because so much of the emotions TV and movies create are because of the soundtrack and no one really pays attention to that.
I have a dog named Rupert, because he reminds me of the British librarian in Buffy the Vampire slayer named Rupert Giles and has red fur like Rupert Grint, the man who plays Ron Weasly in Harry Potter. He has an under bite.
One time, in math class I didn’t want to pay attention, so I memorized pie to 36 digits for fun.
I like rap music and country music and obscure indie bands from Iceland.
My favorite two movies are V for Vendetta and Valentines Day. I like the former so much, I can recite all but one line of V’s alliteration speech.
I’m currently sitting backstage babysitting the parents running the Roslyn Road Variety show. And it makes me miss being a kid, because they all just seem so happy and full of energy and dancing and I’m really tired and doing homework. I love it.
I’m not religious, I’m spiritual, and I believe there is a very big distinction. I believe in the essential elements of the religion: peace, good will, equality, helping those who need it, finding inner peace. But I do not believe that going to mass every Sunday and praying to Allah five times a day will guarantee these in your life. I believe that finding this is an inner journey that you can only reach by yourself, and while organized religion CAN help people find these, people too often abuse and replace it for being a good person and do not truly embrace the essentials of the religion.
There is so much to each and every one of us. I wish I could give you a quick and easy answer to who I am, but there is none, and I don’t think I should be. When I do, my life won’t be nearly as interesting.
Who am I?
Can I condemn this man to slavery
Pretend I do not feel his agony
This innocent who bears my face
Who goes to judgment in my place
Who am I?
Can I conceal myself for evermore?
Pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die
Be no more than an alibi?
Must I lie?
How can I ever face my fellow men?
How can I ever face myself again?
-Les Misarables
And I really like this guy.
