Odd conversation tonight has me quite contemplative, and that feeling has been enhanced by the odd things that have happened around me. Weirdly appropriate songs hitting my playlist and the turn of phrase in a short story I was reading, none of which got my mind off things and all of which has led me here.

I'd like to think I have a pretty good idea of who I am and my goals for the future, and my attitude towards life in general. I suppose this is one of the times where most people ask their friends or family or people close to them to clarify or provide insight into this. I'm trying to avoid that. It's not that I don't trust my loved ones to paint an accurate picture of what I represent, not at all. It's just that I trust myself MORE. And why not? Only one person out there knows everything there is to know, everyone else has just bits and pieces. Some rather significant bits and pieces I might add, but bits and pieces nonetheless.

It's still difficult to define oneself, and it should be, I think. If it were easy I'd have less reason to listen to the music I do, read what I like, write how I like. If I had a easy time defining myself I wouldn't be me, which would defeat the whole point of the exercise, wouldn't it? But since I am me, the self exploration, the contemplation and the looking inward are all part of the package.

I could put down a whole list of things, what I am, what I think I am and what I want other people to think I am. But I don't think so, since I'm actually pretty content at the moment (even while over thinking things).

Besides, chances are if you're reading this you probably have a pretty good idea of who I am anyways. And if you don't: Hi! I'm Sam and this is my blog, if you're a single chick then I'm amazing in the sack. If you're taken or not my type I'm still amazing in the sack, you'll just never find out. The Dragon's name is Herbert. He's not interested.

That's me. Also, I am awesome.