what exactly determines the type of person you are — or shall i say who? recently, i’ve been struck with the query that if people close to you believe you to be a certain type of person, are you actually how they see you?

when did your personality become a democracy?

my family will profess that i am a joker, a comedian…the only member in the family who makes a farce out of everything and anything. while my closest friends offline call me a pessimist, some people i know online pronounce me philosophical. do i agree with all of these labels for me? no. do i think i may be, in fact, a mixture of all these attributes? yes.

i’ve always been taught not to care about what others think about me. but, lately, i’ve been finding it quite difficult to do so, considering how varied the perspectives are. it’s taken a lot of soul-searching to establish my self-esteem and now i have to deal with external interference. if people see me in seemingly diverse lights, what does that make me?

i suppose nowadays we pride ourselves on wearing a consistent label, in home and out. if we’re constantly the same type of person, we know our place in this world. but what if you’re so completely mixed up that you simply can’t choose a label? do we leave it up to the candidates of our life to elect a personality trait? are we simply the democratic mirror of the majority? if this is true, i become nothing more than another citizen with a nonessential vote.