I enjoy going out, watching people bumbling about and carefully observing little idiosyncrasies between individuals. The way the raven-haired woman smirks at the unwanted attention from her admirers. How the bartender nicks the rim of the glass just before he throws it into the sudsy sink water. I like to watch everything, and hopefully, with nothing going unnoticed. In fact, I’ve observed this night a million times before with only the most minor of details shifting.
I would like to think I’ve learned a lot through my many nights people-peering, with the most glaring truth of human nature being right in front of me. The truth that we are all actors and actresses seeking to fit in. We desire acceptance to such a degree that we lose all sense of who we are. We aimlessly roam the streets and bars for someone to see us. For someone to tell us who we are. It’s no wonder that so many of us cast our eyes into the neon-lit streets and ask, “who am I?”.
It’s this dire need for others to answer the question of ‘who am I’ that prevents us from ever really knowing. We might not think we are asking other people, but we are. It’s in the way they look at us. It’s in their tone of voice as we speak. The way they move their body as we pass by each other. It’s a tsunami of information crashing right into us. We must stop asking others who we are and ask ourselves. It’s time to turn inward and look into the mirror instead of the neon-lit streets.
The only way to know who you are is to shut out the world and stop trying to fit in. Take a wet rag and wipe down the bathroom mirror. Look into the reflection and see who is staring back at you. Make a conscious decision to create your identity. Who you are in this world is completely up to your making. You can be the racecar driving tycoon or the hula-hooping magician — it doesn’t matter as long as you decide for yourself.