Identity

A friend of mine was trying to pinpoint which character of a popular television show I was most like. We had decided who she most resembled and another of our friends but I was an apparent anomaly. I was not a Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte or a Miranda, but an amalgam of ideas, a hybrid of emotional states and feeling. Does this make me more multidimensional than a fictitious television character? This seems too reductive, because my friends fell heavily in the Charlotte and Miranda camp respectively. This made me consider myself and my identity. Should I be happy with such a duality? Or does this essentially mean that even I don't understand myself anymore than my friends do?


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