Who am I?
I’m X, and who I am is a blank. I am no king in any trade, I am a jack. You see, people like me has their hands in everything, and we’re not bad at it, but we’re not the best either. People like me wishes to be the king. We start out with strong ambitions, strong determination, get to it, struggle, get up only to reach maybe at best, second. We mould our self in hopes we’d be like the king. We compare ourselves with the king, improving by leeching.
But, I’m sick of being a jack. I’m sick of trying to be a king. I’m sick of living my life, trying to be like someone else, trying to fit in, trying to chase after something that I’m struggling with, thinking that “if I’m like that, someone will like me because I’m different.” I’m sick of chasing kings, I am who I am. Who I am is up to me and it is I that will answer Who am I?
I am not able to write stories, to come up with poems, I cannot string words into a perfect sentence and I cannot perfectly compose my emotions into a paragraph. I lack the creativity to create perfect stories, stories that are different, I cannot capture an audience with my words. I can however write good essays, my command of the language is good, the ideas are not lacking, and if anything I can try.
I need a man, a person who will support me, who will love me, who will change my light bulb when it fuses, I need a man who can share my burden, who will spoil me with luxury things, who will be my punching bag, who will allow me to use his money but I can live without one. I do not need a man to be complete, I do not need a man to survive, I do not need a man to fight for me nor I need a man to tell me how to live.
I have my ambitions, I have my goals, I want something in life and I will do anything to get it. I am wise, I am a strategist, I can play mean or nice, I’m able to work extra hard to achieve that one goal. I am however not able to neglect the other parts in my life, I cannot ignore the roadblocks, I cannot act tough and say I’m okay when things are not, I am not able to hold my tears and not act on emotion when it gets too hard.
I am not the domesticated goddess, I cannot sew, I cannot cook for a family, I cannot clean a house and I certainly cannot tell the difference between two types of brooms. I can sew a button, fix a tear, cook maggie mee, boil rice and water, I can make sure everything is in order and I can certainly arrange books and cds in alphabetical order.
I like dark and twisted but I am not an emo. I love rainbow and sunshines but I am not a cheerleader. I enjoy a good cry but I’m not a sensitive. I can emphatise with some things but I am not cold hearted. I must have order but I am not an Obssesive Compulsive. It must be perfect but I am not a perfectionist.
I love speaking in public, I love making speeches. I love saying my opinions and I love being heard. I love being able to hold a intellectual conversation, I love debating over an issue. However I cannot make small talk easily, I cannot make people feel like I love them, I cannot help but feel a little bit awkward, I am a little bit shy among new people, I cannot get the perfect topics.
I love discussing books and movies, I love being sarcastic, I love the catty side of me, I love how I know who wrote what. I however cannot have a in depth conversation about books, I cannot come up with sarcasm on the spot all the time, I cannot tell you why I think that book’s better than the other other than the obvious ones.
I’m not a maths genius, I’m not an economics whizz, I’m not the investors dream, I’m not the physics pro, I’m not the english professor, I’m not the next einstein neither am I the next Warren Buffet. I am however able to count the Interest rates, to calculate mortgages, I’m able to discuss what recession means and how an increase in the target cash rate affects us all, I know the law of gravity and why force is so important, I love William Shakespear and I know what a verb is, I may not be the next einstein or the next Warren Buffet but I will certainly try to make a name for myself.
I may not be so many things, but I am just the same, so many things. I am who I am and whoever I choose to be. I am everything. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I can’t change the fact that I’m not good at one thing, I can’t be one of the boys neither can I be one of the girls. I cannot discuss haircare and what nots and I certainly cannot enjoy a game of football. I love playing computer games but there are some that I hate for sure. I can’t change the fact that I sometimes need a nudge, a compliment or two to feel secure and I can’t change the fact that I can’t take being dictatored to. I love to have democracy, a chance to speak out, a voice to be heard a force to be reckoned with. I can’t help it if I’m a little rebelious, who sometimes break the rules.
You see, people like me sometimes find it hard to fit in because the world loves kings and people like us become just like everybody else. Not that it’s a bad thing, but you see, being a jack means that we’re equally as good. Which means our competiness comes out, our determination and ambitious nature gets the best of us and when we are “just like everybody else” it irrates us, it frustrates us. We loose our self a little bit when we try to convert ourself to be a king.
However today I’m making a stand, I’m embracing my true nature, I’m X and I’m a jack. I love it. Because we’re able to do EVERYTHING almost perfectly. We are who we are made to be and to survive, you need everything you can get your hands on.
x.
written by: ally-k
(note: haven’t been proof-read or edited. This is the rawest form of my writings)