Identity
I am Muriel's granddaughter,
Spitting image of my father,
And when the day is done my Mother's still my biggest fan.
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy,
But I've got friends who love me,
They know just where I stand.
It's all a part of me,
That's who I am
The idea of identity is such a funny one.
Am I my work? My family? My friends?
Am I my passions, obsessions, and hobbies?
Am I my spirituality, my cosmology, my faith in the Universe?
Am I the stories I have been told, the stories I have been a part of, the stories I have yet to hear?
Am I my last name, my first name, the nickname given to me by my friends, the pen-name I adopted over a decade ago?
A lot of my life is about ownership, mainly over myself. I accept some 'realities', reject others, and adopt views into my life that I think fit. I own when I make a stupid mistake, and I also own the fact I need to do what I can to fix it. I own my first name, but I do not own my last name. It's from a past I have no connection with, from family who wants no connection with me. I own my cosmology, something I have painstakingly moulded over the years, and the fact it is as fluid as the rest of my life.
When I talk to people, a lot of the time they talk about how they would be nothing without their family/friends/work/school/name. I'd like to believe that I am not really any of those things. Sure, they all influence my life, but who I am is so much deeper than that.
It's another reason I will/am having trouble finding a lifepartner. I don't know that I'll ever need anyone in my life. The important thing, in my way of seeing, is that I want them as a part of my life. Need suggests dependancy, which isn't healthy. Or is it? Do I have this ass-backwards, and in fact if I don't find someone I need like I need water, then it isn't real love?
Spitting image of my father,
And when the day is done my Mother's still my biggest fan.
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy,
But I've got friends who love me,
They know just where I stand.
It's all a part of me,
That's who I am
The idea of identity is such a funny one.
Am I my work? My family? My friends?
Am I my passions, obsessions, and hobbies?
Am I my spirituality, my cosmology, my faith in the Universe?
Am I the stories I have been told, the stories I have been a part of, the stories I have yet to hear?
Am I my last name, my first name, the nickname given to me by my friends, the pen-name I adopted over a decade ago?
A lot of my life is about ownership, mainly over myself. I accept some 'realities', reject others, and adopt views into my life that I think fit. I own when I make a stupid mistake, and I also own the fact I need to do what I can to fix it. I own my first name, but I do not own my last name. It's from a past I have no connection with, from family who wants no connection with me. I own my cosmology, something I have painstakingly moulded over the years, and the fact it is as fluid as the rest of my life.
When I talk to people, a lot of the time they talk about how they would be nothing without their family/friends/work/school/name. I'd like to believe that I am not really any of those things. Sure, they all influence my life, but who I am is so much deeper than that.
It's another reason I will/am having trouble finding a lifepartner. I don't know that I'll ever need anyone in my life. The important thing, in my way of seeing, is that I want them as a part of my life. Need suggests dependancy, which isn't healthy. Or is it? Do I have this ass-backwards, and in fact if I don't find someone I need like I need water, then it isn't real love?