Saturday, September 11, 2010

Who are you?

You got kids who wanna be Slash, you got kids who wanna be Lionel Messi, you got kids who wanna be Megan Fox, and you got kids who wanna be Miley Cyrus.

(From here, here, here, and here, respectively.)

Whatever happened to the kids who just wanna be themselves? Where in the world did they go?

Being a teenager is a funny thing. No one really knows who they are just yet and everyone's trying their darnest to find out, whether by throwing themselves out into the world to find themselves or recoiling into themselves to figure things out first. But our personalities are quite dynamic, because our short time on earth hasn't supplied us with sufficient experience to build them on solid ground, so the person you were a few years back could very well horrify the person you are now...even with all your previous attempts at self-discovery.

Why is everybody trying so hard? Aren't you the most yourself when you aren't trying to be?

But then, I guess, in our whirlwind world, you kind of have to know who you are first before deciding on anything else. Especially right now, when the choices we make are going to determine our future. That's scary stuff, and it all just keeps coming.

(From BBC.)

Personally, I'm now quite sure who I am just yet. If you sit me down and tell me to type a few sentences about myself (HI, NIKI), I wouldn't have the slightest idea what to type and would therefore bang out some vague, airy description that wouldn't tell you anything about me in the least.

I don't know who I am, but I know who I'm not.

Who are you?