"Do 'I' end at the limits of the experience of myself?"
Or is one also composed of one's nature as perceived by others? How does one summarize one's 'self' in consideration of this diffusion of identity? I suppose one begins, logically, with the First Person:
I am... complex... intellectually. I appreciate—and this is putting it simply—the pervasive and brilliantly perfect web of metaphor that is foundation to everything. Related to this is a marrow-deep impulse towards the humorous (comedéphilia?) and a tendency for magniloquent and verbose... uh... words.
I make excellent coffee for a living; I read voraciously; I can walk like some kind of crazy walking machine, never stopping, never slowing down, over hill and dale; sometimes when I'm thinking I grip my forearm in my jaws by the wrist; I wear black often; I don't dye my hair; I do wear eyeliner on occasion as well as paint my nails (black); I learned how to read pretty young by reading D&D rulebooks cover to cover, over and over; I really like 'chopped and screwed'; I think THX-1138 is the greatest movie ever, but George Lucas is a fat, opulent hack; My Grandfather was O. J. Simpson's track coach at City College and my Great-Grandfather was one of the world-famous Andrini Brothers; I can fit the better part of my fist in my mouth.
I am serious, absurd, and always laughing