Who Am I?

I am certainly no hedonist. I don’t really like labels much. It seems they are mostly used as needed, when, sharpened to a point they are turned back against me, pinning me to the wall. I doubt if anyone can describe themselves in one word, or even three. We are complicated creatures. Of course that is the beauty of us.

Under a microscope, pinned against some examining board, I am much less interesting. And much less beautiful, because here is where that old phrase, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, comes in.

If you are looking for age lines, you’ll find them. If you are looking for luminous eyes, you might, or might not, find them, depending on how stressed out you make me feel.

As a youngster, I was beautiful on the outside and the emptiness within was lovely, if undeveloped. Now I am not so beautiful on the outside, but I like to think I am much more interesting on the inside. I’ve had a lifetime to gather data and digest it. There are so many files and sub files labeled me that I wouldn’t know where to begin if I had to describe myself.

The one thing I know for sure is that it could not be one word…….unless……..?

Well, how about fascinating! Or diverse! Or….perhaps I need to remove tongue from cheek and say if you want to know who I am, just talk to me.