Isn’t it funny, and somewhat convenient, that as I sit down to write this description for my blog about my struggle with identity, the man that keeps the questions so much a part of my life today, walks in the room? My father, a fun loving man, doesn’t even know the question that his innocent actions ask me every single day: who am I? And although this question is often expressed in the life of most teenagers, this question has haunted me for many years now; the chance for the question to be answered is buried inside me. I have never voiced this question out loud nor have I ever expressed this struggle, because my identity relied on someone else for so long and now that person is gone. No second chances. Now I am forced to believe that the person who gratified me so much is gone, that they have disappeared and now I am left with the biggest question of my life: can the performer perform without an audience?
Throughout the years I have noticed that many people in this world don’t understand the meaning of “don’t judge a book by its cover.” So many of us have the idea in our heads of what “cool” means and I have had enough of that. The truth is, no one cares. I am Spencer Olson and no one person can change that. I will not be someone I am not, being fake is the number one turn off for me. “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” Dr. Seuss preach it. So many ASSume, so little know.
Bitch, get at me.
~ STO ~