Who am I? Who do I think I am? Who do you think I am?
Personal identity is tricky. See, I might think of myself as a saintly little cherub. That’s my personal identity. The problem is that I may in fact be a raging beast to any sane human being who’s ever met me.
Just for kicks, I’m gonna share my personal identity, who I think I am. Let’s see how different it is to who you, whoever you are, think I am.
Oh, by the way, personal identity is defined as the concept a person develops abut themselves.
I think of myself as a fairly okay person. I know that I need work to become truly nice or kind and I’m working on it.
I’m a procrastinator. I’m afraid, a lot of the time. I take the easy way out more often than I’d like.
I’m a writer. I’m not awful at it and I’m better than I used to be. I act nicer than I truly am in an effort to become nicer than I truly am.
I can be rude, in my own head. I’m working on that too.
I’m not pretty. I’m not attractive. I am smart – I could be better if I worked harder.
I’m not always compassionate. I love children and I aspire to be better than I am.
I don’t know what I’m doing and I hate being wrong. I don’t like to dwell on things.
On the outside, I’m a perfectly average Muslim woman. No earth-shattering contributions to the world.
I’d like to think I’ve got people in my life who’d miss me though. Just a little.