“Who are you? What do you do? What are you? Why do you do this?”
I genuinely don’t know what to say when someone asks me these questions. I mostly stared back blankly. I am not trying to be rude but i didn’t have answers. These maybe pointless questions to some and life changing questions to others. To me they are huge and I don’t have the answers yet. Rather I don’t have answers that I am satisfied with. Or they change periodically. I responded vaguely, followed by evasive maneuvers and poof, I was gone. But it doesn’t mean I am not pressured to find a way to concisely describe myself. Without feeling like something that is part of my core was left out. The likes of ‘Describe yourself in 50 words or less’ are the new age versions of the old aunties and uncles asking the questions with the piercing look. Either way, I end up sounding clueless and lost. I probably am both those things, anyway. So, it is fair.
Yet, the lack of concrete answers make me squirm.