Those are the words you get when you’re going to leave a comment on a Blogger blog. And for some reason they struck me tonight. So much of what we do is about choosing an identity, defining an identity, constructing an identity…
If only it were always as easy as checking a box, clicking a button.
I keep meaning to write my “about” page. But I keep hesitating. It’s so hard to choose just a few terms to define myself. What parts of me do I want to present? What roles? What truths? What culturally-defined fictions? What list of quirks? And what pants will I be wearing?
Who the hell do I think I am?
Who the hell do I want you to think I am?
Maybe I’ll just reuse this identity. At least she sees a lot of action.