Who am I, Who are you?

If someone asks you, who are you? What would you say? You'll stop and try to analyze what it is that person really wants to hear. It's a big question you'll spend your while life trying to answer.

Of course we want strangers to think the best of us, unless of course you hope to never see them again.

Some people spend their whole lives trying to fit into mainstream society, to cover up mishaps and blemishes, but it is those very things that make us the people we are.

Who am I? I started thinking about that as I was staring at a manikin at work. I hate manakins, but I liked that one. I feel the same way about fire hydrants, either I love it or hate it (usually really like them). I've paraglided, surfed, climbed, but I'm afraid of balloons. You that moment when you're just waiting for it to pop! I love ramen noodles, the rain, and chinese market gardens. Clean Freak. Giving blood makes me black out. I travel. I am a perfectionist with ambition and drive. Love to fall asleep to good movies. Busy makes me happy.


I could go on for age about the quirkeyness we develop and prefer to call "finding ourselves..."

So Who are you?