I've always had a problem being myself. Day to day, situation to situation, person to person, I change. Different aspects of me shine through different interactions, pieces of a puzzle that is never complete. Alone, the puzzle is completed, but with others, I lose pieces of myself. The picture as a whole is incomplete.
In my life i've learned that no likes someone who is different, so i conform. Even with my closest friends, I cant be my true self. Lone Peak as a culture itself perpetuates the idea that being different is wrong and even if I disagree, it is impossible to escape. A prison where the inmates are also the jailers, everyone watches the others and if they slip up, its solitary confinement. Anonymity is the only way to escape and everyone secretly wishes they could escape. I don't plan on revealing each and every piece of the puzzle in this blog, and I am certainly no poet, but hopefully someone can read this blog and gain something from it.
