I’ve always found autobiographies a little pretentious. You pick out the parts of your life that you most want people to see (because, if we’re being honest, most people who write autobiographies are trying to show themselves as someone worth immortalization). Then of course there’s the added assumption that someone out there actually wants to read about you. I feel as if it would a major blow to the ego to put forth the effort of writing and publishing something just to find out that no one finds your life worth reading, even the incredibly interesting bit about your stint as a circus clown.
In general I give out information as it’s asked for, but for the sake of doing this right I’ll give you some details. My mother always says that there are things you do and things you are, and that’s it’s very important to differentiate between the two.
Things I am (these things define how I make my life choices):
- a student
- a martial artist
- old-fashioned (I believe in the old way when everyone said “hello” to people they passed on the street, showed respect for their elders and superiors, and worked hard for the things they wanted. Oh, and the man should always pay for at least his half of dinner)
Things I do (things I’m dedicated to, but I don’t center my life around):
- computer programming
- writing (duh!)
- reading (my #1 reason for sleep-deprivation)
- eating (sometimes more than I should)
- watching the Lord of the Rings (way more than I should)