Identity.

My first blog post would probably be a good time to introduce myself, but I'm afraid that if I did, I'd start spewing lies. mind you, I'm a very honest person (lie number one?), but who I consider myself to be may not equate to who i really am. after all, what defines our identities? Our own wishful thinking, or the perceptions of others? It's been said that one is always the worst judge of oneself -- which would make the latter correct -- but my judgement is pretty faulty for more things than just myself, so for now I'll leave this question unanswered.

"So what kind of a person do you see me as?"
"You?" A furrowed brow. "I barely know you."
The smile was taunting. "That's why I'm asking."
After studying the questioner, "You're like them, always acting. So I guess I'll never know."
"Ah...you weren't listening. I asked who you saw me as, not who I am."
Raised eyebrows. "Then you admit that who you are is a fake?"
The smile widened. "Clever. I'm whoever you think I am, but that's hardly my fault."
"Well, who I think you are is someone still in search of an identity." Smug.
"Of course." A chuckle. "Isn't that why I'm asking you for an answer?"
Silence.