Coffee and Cigarettes...

The title of this one might be all misleading and all, but it does make good sense, in my head... haha! Yhea in MY head... But more about that later.

We all have this burning question in our deepest darkest souls. The big question of

Who am I???

Honestly I don't think there is one person on this planet who can in all honesty answer that question. We all try, but really we can't.

And the reason most of us can't answer this burning question, is as simple as painting the sky blue, We don't know who we are...

It's here where the title comes in. As a student coffee and cigarettes are some of the most common things in a home. We try to define ourselves through the things we have, the things we think will convey a curtain image and most importantly the things other people say. Even the strongest of personalities seek approval from those around us and without even noticing it really we start to become who they want us to be.

Well, I have one very simple answer to this... Fuck Everyone Els!

Ok, maybe that's a bit extreme, but in the image obsessed world we live in today, radical steps have to be taken to achieve the minimum results.

I don't think knowing who you are is a quick once off seminar you attend for a weekend and then you know who you are. I believe it is a proses - a long and painful one. The problem so many of us stop trying to figure ourselves out when we start to fit the norm. People say they like different, but just their different and definitely not too different, 'cause then they might just stand out too much. It's these just-not-too-weird people who usually feel threatened by those people who believe in being just who you are and no one els.

The thing is when we finally start to love for ourselves the coffee and cigarettes won't be there to show off a certain image anymore. They will be there because you love them and they are part of who you are ( and who knows, maybe you'll realise you like chamomile tea better than coffee, it happens).

I don't know who I am yet, but I know I am me. I live for me and I try to love me everyday, despite all my flaws. So maybe you're gay, maybe you're straight. Maybe you're a perfectionist, maybe you're the biggest slob ever. That is you. Only when we start to accept us as, well, us, then we will find the answer to the question, who am I...