Who I Am

Recently I've done a lot of thinking about what it is that makes me who I am. Some of you know the circumstances surrounding my unfortunate descent into the immensely uncomfortable realm of self discovery, while others may not. Suffice it to say that if you don't, it's none of your damn business anyway. So while I was thinking I was reminded of a story from my childhood. When I was eight, my best friend and I thought it would be fun and cool to go through the Haunted House one year on Halloween. We were tough and rough and nothing could scare us, so we never once thought about freaking out. So the two of us set out on our adventure. Now, typically, my friend was the leader. She was always the strong one, the one pushing us through whatever came along. So I figured that if one of us freaked, it would be me. However upon entering the house, I quickly discovered how fun role reversal can be. My friend froze. I, being scared out of my mind, wasn't sure what to do, but I knew we had to do something. We couldn't go backward - there were people behind us. We couldn't just stay there because well, staying in the midst of adversity is just plain stupid. So I took my friend by the hand and literally drug her through the rest of the house. So that's who I am. I'm that person who, when everyone else fails, is left holding their hand and dragging them through whatever crap we might happen to find ourselves in. And I discovered something else. He isn't ready for that.