Samantha. Five foot nothing. Enneagram type two. INFJ. A one on the Kinsey scale. Musician. Teacher. Retail worker. Idealist. Unofficial beautician. Excellent driver.
Or how about some of my favourite things separated into various categories? I'm sure that would help to sum up who I am.
Television
Community, Freaks and Geeks, Teen Wolf, Portlandia, Seinfeld, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, That '70s Show, Parks and Recreation, Gossip Girl, Arrested Development, Pretty Little Liars, Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives, Will and Grace, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Criminal Minds.
Film
Nowhere Boy, Remember the Titans, Charlie Bartlett, Dead Poets Society, Uptown Girls, Mary Poppins, Love Actually, The World's End, About Time, Argo, Superbad, Forrest Gump, Cabin in the Woods, Selena, Good Will Hunting, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Shaun of the Dead
Music
The Killers, Benny Goodman, Young the Giant, the Beatles, Keane, ABBA, Billy Joel, David Bowie, The White Stripes, Jack White, Mika, Queen, Styx, Gaelic Storm, Bob Dylan, twenty-one pilots
Have I provided enough information?
I try to put myself on paper - to become two dimensional. But no matter how many things I list or adjectives I use to describe who I am, it all just comes up flat.
The things is, human beings have more dimensions than a leaf of notebook paper. Of course literally that's obvious - two dimensions are less than three, four is time travel, and five is a wrinkle in time. But what I'm trying to say is that it is impossible to list enough facts, descriptors, and personality identifiers to fully define a person. Human beings are incredibly similar and impossibly different, every one of us is a beautiful, enigmatic contradiction. I know this is painfully obvious - we're all special snowflakes, we're all a part of a bigger picture, cliches and all that jazz - you may find yourself saying 'sounds like a bunch of hoopla to me.'
However, I have found this is something that I have to remind myself of on the daily. No matter how much I want to confine myself to a pice of paper, or several pieces of paper all packed into a box, stamped, and ready to be shipped out into the world saying 'this is who I am, this is what to base your judgements on, please try not to be too cruel' - it's never ever going to happen. And that's okay. I'm constantly looking to define who I am, but maybe if I can relax, slow down, and stop looking, that's when I'll really start to discover what makes me, me.
I don't know what this blog is going to be about or how interesting my posts will be, but I figured I've got to do something to get rid of all these thoughts that race through my mind in the middle of the night - why not give blogging a shot? So thank you for reading.
xxx Samantha
