my view as i ask myself: who the heck am i, really?

Who am I?

Well, I am a whole lot more than just someone’s lover.

I am a lover of strange things. Interesting, unconventional, spectacular things. I am a lover of atoms, of vectors, of moon’s waxing and waning and how it affects the tides, of robots and circuits, of cloud formations, of the rain, of giraffes and capybaras, of divergence and undefined calculations of the cosmos.

I am a lover of genuine friendships. I am proud to say that I am a good friend, that I put a lot of respect in bonds and connections with other people. That I am present whenever I am needed, and even when people just want to be random and whatnot.

I am a lover of dialogues. Of all things stimulating my intellect, whether written, illustrated or verbalized.

I am a lover of performance. Of excellence. I want to say that I am a good doctor — for wanting to try everyday, for studying, for paying more attention to why I made a mistake, for actually being compassionate or emphatic to my patients.

I am a lover of simple and grand things. Of similarities and differences. Of metonyms. And of ironies.

You said you do not deserve a spot here, but here I am l, responding and making a post for/because of you. I told you, I’m a lover of ironies.