how_do_you_define_yourself megan not your title not your job not your family not your friends what defines you? what makes you you? when someone says "who are you" how do you even begin to answer my definition of myself changes with every turn i take in my life it's constantly evolving that is the definition know me 060127 ... Vulgar You're not job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. 060306 ... z with great reluctance. 060307 ... nom how_do_you_defy_yourself 060308 ... You asked and I answered! First, I look "yourself" up in a dictionary. Then, I flip to a random page, and let my finger fall upon a random word. At this point I either fart or belch. Then I use the randomly selected definition as my interpretation of "yourself"s meaning. 060308 ... nom how_do_you_defend_yourself 060308 ... u24 how does red taste? what does being dead feel like? what does thought sound like? as sensible questions. 060309 ... star leaves like_a_star_that_can't_wait_for_the_night 060309 ... oren I simply refuse. 060309 ... Sculptornado I define myself with every action I take, with every thought I think. 060309 ... Sakhalin is Magnifique Sakhalin is pretty. 060309 ... Anna Livia Plurabelle I am, naturally, the epitome_of_incomprehensibility 060310 ... pete ethnically canadian 060310 ... pete or, if that isn't good enough (or you are silly enough to believe that canada has no cultural/ethnic existence) then i am a historian waiting for the day to dawn 060310 ... minnesota_chris I say I'm American by birth but a Canadian by religion. 060310 ... The Hermit You are the imagination of yourself. 060311 ... dipperwell Today I am A small blue thing Like a marble Or an eye With my knees against my mouth I am perfectly round I am watching you I am cold against your skin You are perfectly reflected I am lost inside your pocket I am lost against Your fingers I am falling down the stairs I am skipping on the sidewalk I am thrown against the sky I am raining down in pieces I am scattering like light Scattering like light Scattering like light Today I am A small blue thing Made of china Made of glass I am cool and smooth and curious I never blink I am turning in your hand Turning in your hand Small blue thing (suzanne vega) 060311 ... auburn ^ I like that. Every adult I know has been telling me for weeks than people in their twenties haven't figured out who they are yet. So when does that realization come? Cause I don't think either of my parents have much of a clue. 080201 ... Lemon_Soda What I do and how I feel. Thats how. 080201 ... past i define myself. i see myself as legless, groundless, baseless. by i see myself, which means that there is an "i" to be defined, both as the object and subject of the verb "to see". flipping around like an amorphous ball of goo unstably suspended in an electromagnetic field, i still find a solid definition, even as i try on new names. the process, the how, of the definition won't be static because of my age, it won't be shifting because of any label i decide to attach. the moment exists, slips away, and enters the past and without the "i" of the moment departs, but the "i" of this moment survives, to pass again. how do i define myself? simply. 080201 ... hsg a pebblentering a ponduring during a sunstorm. 080202 ... unhinged sad_lonely_pathetic and as much as i try to combat it a victim of my own body and heritage on_anger it's always right underneath seething 'yeah right nicole. you can dress like a hippie all you want. you're too angry to be a hippy. you'll always be a punk.' after he drove me across the state, dropped me off at home, asked me for some lip balm and scooted on his way back to where he was living_in_a_karmic_hell 080202 ... z still: reluctantly 080409 ... - - 090511 ... twenty-two I try not to. 090511 what's it to you? who go blather from