No I don’t want nor need to know who you are IRL- I just want to know- how do you define yourself?
Some people define who they are as wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, and most define themselves by their occupation. When you meet people, it’s always “Hi, my name is… and I’m a…(insert profession).” The standard greetings and pleasantries aside, that is how the majority of people see themselves, defines who they are as a person. But what are you aside from that?
Since I stopped working, I don’t know what’s my identity anymore. Who am I?? Most terms are superficial for me. My race and gender and country is not something that define me as a person. Sure they are what I look like and all that, but those things are not a choice. I’ve always defined myself by the things I did- the job (the half dozen different types of professions I’ve had), the activities I engage in (adventurer, adrenaline junkie), but now that I don’t do any of those things- what am I?
I’m just a sad sack of potatoes…
So, what do you define yourself as? Who are you?
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I’ve been having a major identity crisis this year and a mental breakdown. Who I think I am constantly changes. I am a survivor and doing the best I can. Maybe it’s better not to define yourself at all. Just be.
My opinion: I am consciousness inside a body, I am a soul
Disillusioned. Naive. A well polished act. Selfish. Afraid. Tired.
I’m a great actor, mad self-experimenting scientist, and brilliant ************ who makes terrible choices. 😉
im a piece of shit, drug addicted, blunt, asshole that destroys everything i come into contact with
“Who am I? Do you mean…where I’m from? What I one day might become? Do you mean what I do? What I’ve done? What I dream? Do you mean…what you see? What you see, or what I’ve seen? What I fear. Or what I dream? Do you mean…who I love, what I’ve lost? Who am I?
The whole point of this question is to find out how people define themselves. What defines YOU?
I define myself as insecure, broken, needs a hug.
I feel like an empty shell lately because I haven’t had a real in-depth conversation with anyone in a long time. Random people I only meet once hardly counts.
My closest friend lives in another country so I can’t simply hang out or talk with them whenever I want.
Anyway, I wouldn’t want to define myself by a profession. I’m yet another human being somewhere on the planet Earth, who’s just as special/unique as every other human (because everyone has certain qualities that make them memorable to people who like them).
I don’t know anymore – I’m lost, I’m broken and so, so lonely… I’m a mess
I am what I am afraid to be
I am what people punish me for being
What I am is constantly changing
What I am is beyond my control
Who am I? That’s what I’ve been trying to find out
I wish I was nobody;
I wish I had no principles so that nothing mattered to me or offended me.
I wish I could be content with this life; but those are just wishes
I am one of the most fucked yo people on this entire planet, who wants to die.
existing i guess
i’m lonely, empty, and a failure
I am a homeless drifter, a world traveler, a male geshia, a clown, a child, an early nerd, a peacemaker, a supporter, a caretaker, an amender, a father, a son, a hedonist, a priest, a writer, a damaged soul, a disenbodied brain, an outsider, and a hypervigilant trombone sighter.
Yet I often feel like I have no idea who I am!