I Am... Therefore, I Am Not; A Talk With Myself About Who I Am and Am Not
My Moody Selfie
The First Stage; My Attempt To Figure It All Out
© 2016 Missy Smith
I look to be inspired in this life. I was sitting and listening to music as usual as I surfed the Internet and social media, and I got this epiphany that made me happy to be just who I am.
When I was younger, being lost in this world not knowing where in the world I fit in, sometimes bothered me. The part that bothered me was; it seemed I could not for the life of me pick out a specific group to hang with or act like. I could not pick a certain genre of music I liked better than the other. I could not be classified, as I liked everyone and all kinds of things, and saw everyone for something unique they embodied. However, I felt sorry for some of the people I would encounter through these years too, because I could also tell that most were hiding that part of themselves that wasn’t identifiable with others. I could see this, because, well, I was trying to be something I wasn’t as well. I mean, in my own defense, I hadn’t figured out myself yet, and I felt sorry for me too, because I was not exactly hiding, but I didn’t feel free to be, or even to know, who I was at this certain point in my life either. For that, I was labeled a loner, and I think the label was correct, since I didn’t try to interact much and get involved with a clique if you will.
Don’t get me wrong, there are people that just know who they are. They grab this at a very early age. Influences in the family such as; Dad the doctor, or Mom the teacher, have made them know exactly where they fit in. For some of us though, even if we had those tremendous influences in our lives, it wouldn’t have helped us to fit into our own selves. It took me years and years to figure myself out, and if I’m honest, I’m such a complicated person to even myself, I’m still going to be figuring myself out in certain ways forever.
My Goofy Selfie; Just Because
The Transition Point; Halfway To Knowing and Acknowledging Who I Am
Can you imagine how a person like me must have felt in those crucial years of growing out of childhood and leaping into adulthood? There was no way I wasn’t going to make the mistakes I did. It was inevitable, because I needed those mistakes to recognize the true person I was. Maybe I really knew, but also knew it was unacceptable in modern society not to be solid with a direction to go. I’ve never had a direction. I have tried many different jobs in life. I have gone to school for several distinct things in this life. I am in the process right now of taking another course to try yet another career form.
I can say with the utmost confidence that writing is and has always been extremely important to me. However, what form of writing fits me is still a concern. So, not completely settled in this area, but know I want to continue here. I am almost, completely, sure that I am a poet or poetess, as some like to call female poets. I will maintain this part of me always. I know this for sure. I know a few other things also, maybe not with confidence of a set standard of them, but I know I am a decent mother, and I know my favorite color is black. Although mothering has been a challenge, I had to learn on my own, it took me many places of understanding to where now I can be confident to say that I am a good parent, and I do like many other colors, of course, but I persistently stick with black as my absolute favorite. Nevertheless, I cannot pick many distinctions about myself other than these three things.
My Goofy Selfie; Coloring My Hair
The Final Outlook; My Inspiring Epiphany Prevails
So, who am I? Furthermore, what does the inspiring aspect have to do with me as I mentioned in the first sentence I wrote here? I realized the inspiration this day like I do other days, but the reality does come and go; however, I realized again today that “I AM” That’s it. That's all!! I am the person who never fit in, but fit in is not who I am. I am a lover of poetry, but I mix it with articles and logic at times. I am a warehouse worker, a dental assistant, a 911 operator, an office person, a farm girl, a fitness center manager and trainer, a traveler who has never traveled yet, a friend to many, a friend to none. I am an unconventional 40 something that likes to take goofy selfies of herself, and I think that’s fine. Musically, I like Pop. I like Jazz. I like Folk/Indie. I like Classical. I even like a few Country songs. So, to pick any of these things as a favorite I cannot. I love cultures. I love people of culture. I find they become my best friends online, and in the workplace when I work out of the home. I’m American, but feel I am a part of the whole world. I hope to see the world and visit the many friends I’ve made from all over the world one day. I’ve been a wife without a wedding, and maintained my single status. I’ve been sorrowful and hopeful about it all.
Lastly, I believe I am an evolver. I evolve instead of exist in a constant straight line to reach a certain future prospect. I am not a routine. I am a mystery unraveling, and always will be. I am an open-minded person that knew at a very young age that I could never be a racist to anything or anyone. I am instead a complete pacifist. I love peace and see no purpose in war of religion, war of culture, war of land. Anything like that depresses me. Which is why I find myself depressed on occasion. This is why having these epiphanies of self, inspire me. I lose the negative stuff we all get stuck in at times trying to live in this world. I shed the heartbreak of all these things that others make me feel different for, and know that being unusual is what inspires me, because I wouldn’t know how to be anything but a complicated mystery.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows; I Love These Clips
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Have you struggled with Identity through your life?
More Insight From Missy; Prose, Poetry, and Philosophy
- My Prose of Explanation, and Poem of Disillusion. This Is My Journey.
Another self-help therapy session for myself through my prose and poetry.
- The Inspirational Voices of Jim Carrey and Charlie Chaplin
Two comedians from different eras that shed light on "The Meaning of Life" as seen through their vision.
- Chronicles Of A Misfit
This hub is basically compiled of three different poems telling views and stories of my life as a Misfit!
© 2016 Missy Smith
I cannot be constrained.
I will not be contained.
I am no one.
I am everything.
I am love.
I am peace.
I am maybe someone
you will never meet.
Don't dare to judge
the way I am...
my unique personal
It's not a chaos rhyme.
It's my own swaying
We can all dance
to our particular
It only takes a clear
picture put in place...
An understanding of
to power on to find our
Set yourself apart.
Grab a place away
from common art.
Preach this to
Be you, be unique,
be a piece of your