I thought the 'Who are You?' question was a philosophical one, that no-one can really answer because everyone has too much of an extreme range of ideas and notions by which they define themselves.
Due to this, it is in essence unanswerable. I can tell someone what, where and why I am, and even who to the question: Who is that person? The response being: My name. But, the deeper whom, that which the question asks is really up to me, and isn't something that anyone can conceivably give a factual answer to, even myself.
I like books.
I like videogames.
I have brown hair and blue eyes.
I'm shy.
I'm tall.
I have long hair.
I like animals.
These are all what questions, or things I am. What do I like? What color are my eyes? Am I tall or short? And, while it's possible that all these factors make up the who that I and everyone else is, I've never found it a sufficient answer to the question.
I'm socially shy if my medication is working, and if I'm off it, I stop giving a shit and just have so much fun, that people have fun too! At least.. I assume they're having fun! Because fuck them! I'm having fun!
I'm also incredibly lazy unless properly motivated.. and even then.. fuck it, I'm lazy.
I'm loyal to the end if it comes to friends or brands/companies (although the only company I love is Bungie. To any nay-sayers: HAVE AT YOU!)
I act incredibly stupid because it's so much easier than always being right. (Not that I'm always right.. but acting smart seems to entail people EXPECTING you to be smart; when I always act stupid, people don't care as much when I actually make mistakes)
Also, as is shown here, I am incredibly open about my true feelings about things when two factors get combined: a) It is after 10:00 pm, and b) it is on the internet. No idea why it has to be after 10:00 pm.
I see before me two paths leading away from where I stand
The high path winds across mountains; a treacherous path, but a sure path, perhaps worthwhile to take
The low path crosses a river; a simple path, but long, deceptive and fraught with its own perils
Both are worn the same
I chose the path that crosses the river
So that I may pick up those who have fallen along the way.
...that's not me. That's a person I made up, and that is the entirety of their name (He goes by River most of the time).
But that's not the point. The point is that what you're asking is much more complicated that you think it is, and some, nay, most people might not be completely certain how to answer.
As an addendum, could you imagine River? What kind of person he would be?
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