Back to frequent writings on my dearest blog. I sometimes believe that this blog is my best friend. I write whatever I want and nobody cares. It does not frustrate me, but it makes me feel that there is a place for me where I can be alone. With all of those links, ads, posts, photos and people everywhere and out of no where, nobody gives a damn about what that silly girl (me, of course) writes or says.
Well, I have been thinking of all of those very short bios, people write about themselves everywhere nowadays, like Twitter. It really amazes me the amount of creativity that pops out from ordinary people and not even celebrities. It is very tricky, you know. You have always to choose the right words to define you and catch people's eyes and make them think, "Mmm, interesting!" Apart from people's innate constant desire to get noticed and admired, I am actually impressed by how far people would normally go to polish themselves in front of the world.
You would find people saying funny stuff, a nice witty quote or an incessant series of megalomaniac phrases. It is very much like those signatures people use when writing emails. People work too much on labeling themselves instead of doing any actual work.
While I was roaming once on Twitter looking for interesting people to follow, a certain phrase actually caught my eyes. It was a journalist, as far as I remember, who gave a brief intro about what she does for a living following it with "What I do, does not define me!" I read this and she got me right away with that single last phrase. I thought to myself "Mmmm, interesting! and clicked the follow button right away.
That was a long time ago when I read that phrase, but it just crossed my mind today. I was thinking of those philosophical rhetorical questions that bore anyone including myself, but today, maybe I was bored already and decided to bore myself more for the sake of that total dam boredom I am experiencing. I thought about what defined me, how I perceive myself...., and you know the rest. Only then, I kept on saying "What Defines Me?" You can jot down a whole list of those things which do NOT define you. It is pretty easy to do so, but when it comes to figuring out the thing(s) which defines you, you might get lost.
Ahaa, I got it finally. "What I Love, Defines Me." Yes, I am fully convinced of that, and it is not the sentimental me who always talks silly Utopian stuff.
I am so sleepy now, I think I gotta go sleep my dearest blog.
To Be Continued....
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