Who am I?

“It is much more secure to be feared than to be loved.”

~Niccolo Machiavelli

Earlier today I started to think about who I am and how people in general define themselves. Some create their identity by their jobs, living space, or material items. Other people rely on the people around them to mold their views of themselves, letting society dictate how they should behave, act, and what they should feel. I really don’t know how to define myself. I am a thespian, musician, artist, intellectual, geek, optimist, and securely insecure person. Those just scrape the surface. I am also a bibliophile, poet, voracious reader, different, alone yet surrounded by friends. Originality holds a special place in my heart, but tradition still stands strong. Adventureous and independent, I’m a wanderlust without the funds to support the expensive habit. All of these words describe me, but who am I? How does one define themselves outside of words and actions to feel fulfilled and truthful to the world? I always fear the question of “Who are you?” because no matter what answer I give, I am lying. The true answer is, “Stick around a while. You’ll see who I am.”



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I'm an Information Architect and Taxonomist in the greater Philadelphia, PA area. Mad about metadata. Incessant organizer. Knowledge monger. Information seeker. Wisdom chaser. Curiosity has yet to kill this cat!