Who am I?

Can someone truly answer that question with the honesty and the pinpoint accuracy necessary for that question to hold any truth? Any meaning?

It's one of those existential questions, taunting all and daring anyone brave enough to venture the deepest of inner depths just to answer a seemingly simple question.

Often, not many have the courage or the motivation to even search past their name. "Who are you?" they would ask and I would answer with my name. But is that who I am? Just some coherently strung letters attached to a tangible entity? Merely a surface open for all those to judge? Perhaps. But maybe I deserve it for my cowardice stemming from my fear of what is unknown. So as punishment, I be what they want me to be. I am what you want me to be.

So can anyone truly answer the question? Sure, but they'd give an unfair answer to such an unjust question. I mean what's the point? To quote from one of the great movies of Generation X: "You see us how you want to see us... in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions."

And so we do.