Has there ever been a more difficult question than the question of our own identity?
Most days, at least, I’d say the answer is no.
Who am I? I am me. And who exactly is that? When I find out, I promise you’ll be the first to know, though I suspect we’ll both be a long time waiting.
If figuring out your own identity wasn’t enough, try adding to that the identity of some ambiguous other.
Such has been my continual struggle since the inception of PFC.
Some people act like it’s easy, this figuring out who you are. At them I call down (mostly silent) profanities, though that is just my anger talking. Ultimately I feel sorry for them; for I know that it’s better to lack the answer than to have never truly asked such questions.
I started PFC, in its current form, nearly six months ago. In its original form, it began a couple years before that. Last week someone named Rocky sent me the following message on Facebook:
Soooo I’m still confused as to what this site is, lol. I get the general idea I guess, but is it a blog? Do you blog about the weekly idea? Is this like playing Clue? I’m pretty smart, just confused, lol. Please guide me so I can join the party!! Thanks.
(At the end there was a smiley face, which did not go unappreciated.)
I’ve yet to write a response, though what I want to write is, “Oh yeah? You’re confused? You’d like to join the party? Well, ME FREAKIN’ TOO!”
In all seriousness, how is it possible that a person can come up with the idea for something, devote (at present count) more than six months of their life exclusively to it, even quit a job they really liked for it… and STILL NOT BE ABLE to tell someone what it is???
This I find mind-boggling.
And now I also feel guilty, and will go try and come up with something to tell Rocky. As if that will turn out any different…
*Photo Credit: Oberazzi (Creative Commons)