So, i was thinking just now.
I came to the conclusion that words are completely and utterly inadequate when it comes to trying to define one's self.
Am I feminist? beautiful? intelligent? passionate?
What do those words even mean?
Nope.
I am complex. More complex than I (let alone anyone else) can even understand.
The complexity of my spirit and individuality and thoughts and feelings and... existence... could never be described using such things as simple, one dimensional words. Even a combination of them.
There will always be some interpretation of a word, which is not what I meant when i originally used it to describe myself. And maybe I'm not one hundred percent true to the genuine definition of that word anyway. There's no way i'm using percentages to describe me.
(and besides... then you'd get into, like, double percentages. "mmm... i'm going to say my personality contains about eighty-three percent of about seventy-six percent of the definition of that word." But wait. That's only one definition. AND it was approximations. Seriously? no way.)
I am not a percentage. Or a number.
And no matter how many words I could hypothetically try to use to describe myself, I would always be left wanting.
And i can't take that risk.
So for now, I am simply austin.
And I have discovered, that if you really want to know me, you will have to come with me; you will have to experience my presence.
For that, I believe, is the only way to truly know a person.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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