DESCRIBING ONESELF
By Ali Scontrino 2005
Describing oneself is kind of a broad request. There is no one page that can describe me, let alone any other human being. Even the most drab, boring character has endless pages of stories to tell. To put down who I am in this page would be like cutting off my whole being. There is not one story that forms my personality or one experience that has changed my life.
Some of my life does not need to be told for these parts of me are mine. Other details are not enough to let someone grasp who I really am. I am simple yet complicated. I am impatient and independent. I work hard to achieve anything I have or will need and I get no charity from anyone.
My individual story is that of many complicated spider webs mashing into one another. It would be easier for me to write a lie and say I was abandoned as a child and brought up by wolves. I am but another face in an endless crowd of faces. My uniqueness is only to be held by those who stick around for the next chapter.
So who am I to the unsuspecting reader? Just a mystery.
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