In trying to discover who we are, or who we think we are, we often get it wrong. We describe ourselves with generalised terms like 'bubbly' when what we really mean is loud, or annoying, or affraid-to-grow-up.
We call upon friends to describe us, who call us smart, or talented, or say (and this is the real kicker) that we 'have other good qualities', when we know theyre only trying to be nice.
We can place labels on ourselves so that we fit more easily into the society created around us, but we always back it up by saying that we're really unique and different, and no label could define us anyway.
If all else fails, and we still haven't got a full enough idea of who we are, we can always project our personalities onto the characters of others. We say that we're just like Lizzie Bennett, or perhaps, more likely with today's generation, Hannah Montana. We're just the same, because like them we also don't conform to society and are independant // have an attitude problem and sing.
Worse still, the moment comes when we find someone and simply slot them into this little fantasy world that we are mistaken in thinking is our own. When first I met the other half we thought we were Edward and Bella, just because of little things. I had to explain to my Mum that it was like being the modern day Romeo and Juliet. Yet before, I was Sylvia Plath. I was Sylvia waiting for my Ted. That all went out the window when I met him, but now I've come to realise how closely it fits. How similar he is to Ted Hughes.
So while I'm aware that things often go wrong when we try to pin poin ourselves, I'm quite happy being Ted and Sylvia, just for now.
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