About

Hi! I am me.

It’s pretty simple really, and yet countless philosophers have lost countless hours of sleep debating the very existence of identity. And the philosophers aren’t the only ones affected. A multitude of movies, books, plays, skits, poems, tv-shows, documentaries, text-books, essays, blogs, journals, podcasts, videos, lectures, paintings, sculptures, songs, sonnets, monologues, self-help guides, Chicken Soup for the Souls, comic books, games, and living beings are completely based around the idea. So, how can one expect me to define myself in this finite space allotted me by the gracious creators of WordPress? (Or rather this finite time alloted me by this controversial thing called life.) How am I to even know which things constitute as quantifiers of my identity? It’s an honest, and perhaps over-thought, question, but I am one to oftenly overthink.

On to brass tacks: I’m a wordsmith, a poet, a writer, a rhythm enthusiast, percussionist, actor, theatre-lover, computer programmer, mathematician, problem solver, friend, brother, son, grandson, nephew, husband, Star Wars geek, math nerd, a complete dork, Aquarius, Christian, and a Hufflepuff. I’m into electro-swing. My favorite animal is a giraffe, and I couldn’t tell you why. I love Shakespeare. If I were an animal, I’d be a golden retriever or an Australian Shepherd. I love helping people. I’m passionate about passion and service. I believe in strong work-ethic. I believe in love. I’m an optimist and a dreamer. I’m most myself when I can share whoever that is with others. But, strangely these things don’t wholly define me.

There is so much more to the many facets of the being which makes up me. And these facets are always changing, rearranging, and reshaping themselves so that I am never really the same being twice. In that way, an identity is a bit like a butterfly, constantly moving. You could, if you tried, catch it and pin it down, but then it loses some of (if not all of) its luster. Instead, I encourage you to fly with me and learn something about me along the way, and hopefully I’ll learn a thing or two about you. The only thing I’ve learned that works to identify a person without tacking them to a board and examining them under a magnifying lense is a name. So in a rebuttal to Juliet’s “what’s in a name,” I answer, “lots, Julie,” and offer you a rose so sweet.

Your friend,

Christopher J. Hanson

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But never Chris