Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Who am I? Who are You?

This has been on my mind for some time now. And it's bugging me that I haven't ranted about it for the whole world to see. So, here goes.

I'm sure you all know that person or two that seems pretty cool but is extremely insecure at the same time. I mean, they really are very cool at first impression. But as you get to know them, you find out that they are trying really hard at it. It shouldn't take that much effort right?

They look up new trends, fashion and otherwise, regularly just so they don't miss out on anything. Maybe they were not always like that. Maybe they used to be wallflowers. So when chance gets them together with a person exactly like they aspire to be, they start idolizing them. And then slowly they morph into that person. They idolize this individual so much so that these idols can do no wrong in their eyes. I met this girl once who follows another person all the time. Not literally though - I mean she does everything the other one does. One time I said something about not liking this person's hairstyle and she actually, physically got angry at me. I was shocked.

When I see this happening to people, I can't help but wonder if they are really themselves. What I'm trying to say is, do they really know who they are? Do they have a personality of their own? Do they make their own choices? Should a person long so much to belong that they become an entirely different person? If you have watched Mean Girls or Jawbreaker or one of the  many other movies with the same story line, you would know that it never ends well. 




I don't have a child of my own, but I do have two younger siblings, and I fear for them. I fear that this might happen to one of them. My brother often talks about what his friends do. I can tell that he thinks some of them are pretty cool, and that's okay. What is not okay, however, is that they are not really his kind of things and I am scared that he might decide to adopt them anyway. He's a pretty awesome guy - I wouldn't change much about him, but I wonder if he knows that. I try telling him as often as I could that he's pretty cool too. 

Throughout all those years in school and later at work, I've met and known different people. I was never the most popular person. I didn't always have the most friends or the coolest. But that didn't matter to me. Because for some reason, I've always been okay with who I am. I may not be the most stylish. I may not have the newest gadgets. I may not even like the most popular bands or movies. But then I don't really have to, do I? I mean, shouldn't I be allowed to have my own opinion? 

I refuse to pretend to like the newest trend in fashion just because everybody is wearing it. I refuse to be friends with a person because he/she is the most popular one. I thank God every day because I don't feel the need to do so many things I don't like or want just so that I belong to the 'in-crowd'. 

I am me and I am darn happy with it. 

Do you know people like this?

Images from here and here.