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Who am I, after all ?

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A question I’ve had to answer for my psychology class and one that I probably shouldn’t answer myself. I don’t know who I am, not really, not yet. 

I am maybe a sum. The sum of all things I love and hate, the sum of the songs I find myself into, of the books I’ve worshipped and the paintings that moved me to tears. A sum of all the people I’ve ever met and whose traits I’ve tried to borrow, or, quite on the contrary, I’ve been mocking merciless. A sum of all the friends I’ve chosen and who stayed, but also the sum of my parents. Yes, I am mostly the sum of my parents: shy, but always determined in my actions, as dreamy as persevering, rational yet always wishful. I am a sum of the decisions I keep on taking, ever since I’ve had the power to choose and up until this day, of the opportunities I’ve had and of my luck, a sum of my destiny’s favours. A sum of the wishes that drive me, of my dreams and of my ambition, which I need to keep on growing. None of all these defines me more or less than the other. I am one ordinary human, but unique in my own way. Unique, just like everyone else.

Maybe I am a huge contradiction. A contradiction between the stars, to which I will always aspire and the earth that I am bound to. Between the optimism that characterises me and the pessimism that takes me by surprise sometimes, between the wish to fast-forward my life and catch up on all the good that I hope to find in the future and the lingering nostalgia of past memories. An infinite contradiction  between right and left, that doesn’t define only me, but rather all of us: between my mind, my thoughts, that scream at me to make sense of what I feel and my spirit, who whispers softly to stop analysing life; and who usually whispers louder than any scream.

The only thing that I am sure of is that I am always-changing: a mirror’s reflection for the strangers, who pass me by on the sidewalk; a quiet girl for those, who watch me from afar, with no intention to befriend me; a loving mother to my little puppy; the most special, beautiful and intelligent daughter they could’ve wished for to my parents; a quirky girl yet always ready to sacrifice herself for her friends. Who am I to me? I am all this girls, all these adjectives, all these words put together and bound with the thoughts that flow each second through my mind, never stopping.

I am someone. But I still need a little more time to define who this someone really is. I just need a lifetime. 

Psychology

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Okay, so if you are reading this post you need to know I am a huge, huge fan of Sherlock ( BBC series and books). I know it’s ‘just a tv-show’ as the sane people call it, but, slowly it became an unhealthy obsession and I started guiding my life after what they say, and taking their every word as fact. For instance:
– I see but I do not observe.
– Basically everyone’s stupid.
– Brainy is the new sexy.
– Family is all we have in the end.
– Friends protect people.
– A disguise is always a self portrait.
The memory is like an attic with finite space- False.
Or so said our psychology teacher. Of course, hearing that, it sort of destroys my thinking. So obviously I did some research. Apparently there are theories and theories. Some say it’s finite some disagree. According to my text book, there has not yet been discovered where is exactly our memory is. It’s not in our head, as most believe, most likely in our DNA. However, I tend to believe that the more useless information you gather you lose a bit of information you had previously gained, although not seizable.
Well, this had been some serious post.
To end in a good note, I propose to you a little mind exercise to put those lazy neurons to work:

Which day is 2 days before the day that follows immediate the day which is 3 days before the day that is 2 days after the day that is right before Friday?

Have fun, and drop a response in the comment box bellow and I’ll answer in two days. 🙂

Note: My obsession to Sherlock is not /that/ unhealthy. Yet.

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