On most social media platforms, the part of my profile that stumps me is the “bio”, or “about me” section. I just cannot figure out what to write. I sit and I think deeply, sometimes even leave the space blank for days. Then I come back and type something. Then I erase it and type a different one. Then I erase that different one and type another one. Then I come back after a few days and change that other one; I can’t seem to find satisfactory words to describe myself in a way that is fitting for the public. It has to say just enough about me to get readers interested, and not so much that they figure out how utterly irregular I am. Hmm… or should they? I don’t know.
After days and months of severe internal battle on three sentences, I start to check the bios of other people. Maybe my friends on the same platform. Some of their bios seem nice. Some have had theirs for years and I envy how absolutely sure they are of their bios, unlike I who end up changing mine about a gazillion times every year. Okay, maybe that’s not true. Sometimes, it’s twice a year. I just want something permanently kick-ass, but this thing just seems to elude me.
Should I say that I love music and books and chocolate in my bio? Well, isn’t that true for every person in the world? I mean, who doesn’t like music or books or chocolates? Wait, there are some people who don’t. I don’t know where they’re from, but they exist. The point is, these things don’t really say much about who I truly am.
Is it that I have not sufficiently figured myself out enough to state with absolute clarity who I perceive myself to be? Is it that I don’t yet fully understand myself? So many questions, so little answers; it’s probably why we still haven’t found a way around global warming.
It’s just difficult to string words into sentences that I think would accurately describe me. I don’t know. I give up.
Later, guys. Eat cake (chocolate) and prosper until we meet again.