Who Are Me?

I look in the mirror and all that’s playing in my mental sound track is The Who. I take one look – one deep look – into my own eyes and I’m, without fail, like a spinning broken record on repeat. I say to myself “who are you”. “Who who who who”.

Just to confirm it is not who are you, it is who is me. But when staring at your reflection it is you, not me. Nah mean?

I sometimes need to get input from other sources to check in with myself. To stay grounded. It’s not that I seek others approval (all of the time) or need to be validated with every move I make, but every once in a while it helps.

I also sometimes get caught up in what defines me. Is it my job? The people I hang out with? What hobbies I enjoy? Or is it deeper than that. Is it thoughts – the good the bad the ugly? Maybe it’s none of that.

So moral of this post’s story. I think it’s okay to not define who we are. Every day we’re changing. Different influences, different surroundings, different things to learn. Different things that bring us joy. Different things to love, different things to not-love (hate is a strong word).

So don’t worry about having an elevator bio pitch or the perfect bio description on Instagram. It is not about having the right words to define yourself – let other people decide for themselves. It is in the way we act and carry ourselves.

And the next time The Who is playing in your ear, just sing along.

Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
Come on and tell me, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?)
Oh who the fuck are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?)