It’s happened to everyone.
The setting varies. A new school, a job interview, getting stuck talking to a drunken stranger at that party your friend dragged you along to, only to disappear within ten minutes of arriving. Regardless of the setting, it has happened, and will happen to everyone. The dreaded question.
“So, tell me a bit about yourself?”
In your head, it’s laughably easy. In your head, you’re so sophisticated and charming that you put James Bond to shame. You’re ready with a list of favourite everythings and can remember every achievement all the way back to your glorious win in the kindergarten egg and spoon race.
But a funny thing happens. You open your mouth with the intention of dazzling the person who asked this wretched question, and suddenly, a black hole forms in your mind, sucking every bit of information about who you are, what you like and dislike, until you’re left with a slight whistling sound as air is sucked in through your gaping, unspeaking mouth.
Why is it so goddamn hard to tell someone about yourself?
I can’t speak for everyone, but for me, the problem is something that I’ve had all my life; I don’t know where to start because there is just so much I want to say. The well-intentioned customer I’m serving who asked what I’m studying at university doesn’t want to hear about the mid high school life crisis I went through to arrive at that decision, I tell myself. But my mouth has worked out a way to disconnect itself from my brain, and so the whole story comes spilling out. There is just so much to say, and so much I want to discuss and connect with people about, and so very little time to do it. My brain, forced in a split second to choose what few tidbits of information to tell people shorts out like a dodgy fuse, leaving me stuttering and incoherently mumbling.
“I’m a properly functioning human being!” I want to yell. “My brain just runs like a three year old who’s chugged a bottle of raspberry cordial and my mouth is the exhausted mother trying to keep up!”
This is the oh so familiar problem that I’m facing as I type this, my very first blog post on my very first blog. How do I compact nineteen years of human experience into a post that’s short enough to hold your attention? How do I capture who I am in a nutshell? How do I not, as my mother so eloquently puts it, “give the epic novel edition” and instead give it to you bite size?
After starting this post over five hours ago, I think I’ve arrived at a solution. I’m going to give you some basic information about me, but to make it interesting enough for me and for you, it’s not going to be the standard “where I live, what I do, what I want to be when I grow up.” No, my friend, it’s going to be what I deem important that you know about me. The things guaranteed to ensure we get along just fine if we talk about them. As we go along, I’ll reveal some of that more basic, boring information that I aforementioned, but only if you wish. Don’t ask, don’t receive.
So, here we go. Imagine me sitting down in front of you, with a grin (because I believe that if you go in with a smile, your work is already half done.)
Hello there, my name’s Casey. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I already know it.
I am a obsessive person by nature, and there are certain things that will never fail to hold my attention.
Firstly, I absolutely adore the British rock trio Muse. I first discovered them back in 2008, and haven’t stopped discovering them since. I love mostly classic rock and alternative music, but am really just a fan of music overall. I love the escape it provides from mundane life, the creative environment which it inspires and the hope it provides for people who have no other outlet to turn to.
I’m also completely enthralled with BBC’s Sherlock and Doctor Who. I’ve always found it very easy to become emotionally invested in movies and TV shows, and these two series have ensnared me the deepest. They provide me with another exit from reality, a hour (or so) long trip into the magical worlds of time travel and crime fighting in London.
I collect quotes. All kinds of quotes; the inspirational, the depressing, the beautiful, the insane and even the plain ol’ weird ones. I like to see how other people interpret and deal with situations and contrast them with my own experiences. Some people have such a way with words, and that in turn inspires me to create my own.
I think that should be it for now. I’ll leave you to process this longer than anticipated post. But, before I do, may I ask something of you, my dear reader? Oh go ahead, you can do it.
Tell me a little about yourself?