maskWho am I? This existential question haunts mankind. It begs an answer. The fact that no answer has emerged over the countless generations tells me that these three words are a riddle. To add insult to injury, we live in an era of information overload. The internet will give answer to billions of questions and it is literately at your fingertips. Despite this unprecedented access to knowledge, our collective anxiety has increased, blame Al Gore.

At this point you may be asking, “What caused your existential crisis”? In pursuit of solving the riddle of who I am, I did what any curious American would do; I Googled my name. Yes, Google is a verb.

In the midst of of my discovery, I found that my name is shared with a person I would rather NOT be associated. After the initial shock, curiosity asked a question. How many of my name are out there? Delving deeper into the alternate reality called the virtual world, I Facebooked my name, that doesn’t sound like a verb. I discover quite a few me out there, all with interesting LIKES. This compelled to post a statement of clarification to a Facebook group to which I belong, 30 Day’s of Hustle, to announce I was not the man from Hawaii.

After this, I closed off the virtual world and went to wally world for some reality. That evening I discovered 42 comments  from the Facebook world, all telling their version of dual idenity. Turns out Ashley is a bank robbing yoga instructor that sells cars for Tesla Motors. Paula was a homicidal bank, I guess robbing was not enough . Veronica did not share her name with a pedophile, like me, but rather a porn star. I personally would prefer the porn star. Trish, a  pro golfer, appears to be the most respectable of us. Personally I prefer the golfer over the lawyer, sorry Jennifer. Rachel is a rock star and Laura says she is always in the obituary. Evidently she doesn’t die, I would have someone look into that. Last there is Lisa Simpson, I had to give her last name. If you ever watch an episode of the Simpsons, you know her story. I could go on but you get  the idea.

This made me ponder what  Bill said:


Self identity is key to our psychology. Don’t believe me; listen to music, go to a movie, see a play, or anything else us crazy humans do to express our inner self, like write a blog post. Do you watch reality T.V.? I should ask, Do you admit to watching reality shows, which are not really reality. There’s an existential accident waiting to happen. This is a good time to give you a psycho therapists view of reality programs.  And yes, I separated psycho and therapist on purpose, I don’t know if I have a firm grasp on reality.

We are overly curious into the lives of others. This is why we watch countless hours of programs of people pretending to live a life like ours, even when we know it’s not real. Why? Self Identity. Unknowingly we imprint speech and mannerisms of these programs that begin to surface as part of our identity. I was a victim until eight years ago. One Saturday my  seven-year-old daughter saved me and the family. It happened when I realized my little girl turned into Hanna Montana.

mac_vs_pc_2This is what I call my Truman moment. Today life and time, as I know it, is a true relation. Let me explain. True is life as I see me based on me. Relative is life as I see me based on others.  Relative is comparison to something else. This means that every time I am compared to someone else, it is a relative perspective. Other do this to me. I cannot control what others view but I can control my view. This means that anytime another attempts to measure me by comparison, either good or bad, I discard the comparison. I separate myself very tactfully, because I want to be the best I can be and I cannot do that when compared to another and I do not want to be with others who do not see me.  Only seeing me for me is a true representation, there is no comparison.

Relative perspectives are useful when launching  missiles but not living life. I suppose if you want to live the life of others, relative perspective is more useful than true. If, I suppose, you want to live a true life then relative perspective is not useful. Actually, it is the opposite of helpful.


                                                                       Who are you?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Remember Moses when he came across a burning bush? He asked God the same question.

Moses said to God, “Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your fathers has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ Then what shall I tell them?”

God said to Moses, “I am who I am. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: ‘I am has sent me to you.’

Exodus 3: 13-14

So, who am I ? I am I and U are U and that is good just the way it is.