IDENTITY PROJECT RESULTS IN IDENTITY CRISIS

The leading headline of my life for past two weeks has been ‘lost: girl’; the front-page a photo of your classic question-mark-over-face cliché that helps no one. Perhaps even makes things more confusing because you know someone actually had to model for that picture and it has no link to said missing girl. Oh the crisis of week two – who are we? To quote the great Ke$ha ‘we are who we are’. Well she says ‘we r who we r’. Well and she also says ‘we’re dancing like we’re dumb, our bodies going numb, we’ll be forever young, you know we’re superstars’ immediately before pronouncing the prophetic words ‘we r who we r’. Okay maybe someone whose name has a dollar sign in it probably isn’t going to be able to tell me who I am. But if not Ke$ha then who? (Disclaimer Ke$ha is used solely for satirical purposes and I do not wished to ever be quoted as to calling her great – also my friend bet me I couldn’t get a Ke$ha quote into a post). So when a musical mastermind fails, I fall upon the next greatest – my friends. I sent out a few texts saying ‘who am I’ and the responses were hardly helpful, all a variation of ‘what’ or ‘bliss’. I then googled ‘who am I?’ and the first result was a self-assessment quiz on Oprah.com. The results of my quiz concluded that ‘ You came out of the womb with a paintbrush in your hand’. Hardly accurate – but a start. We have been told to turn ourselves into a character and so I have attempted to in the most objective way possible.