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About Me — Andi Nara
Remember, as you endure the march through the circles of hell, no one can tell you to change who you are
It is safe to say that my personal hymn is All I know so far by P!nk. If I said only this much about me, the lines you’re reading would exhaust one of the shortest About Me Stories here on Medium.
As I’m sitting here, hunched over my keyboard, I couldn’t help but realize it is much easier to write my stories than to write my About Me piece. It’s as if I wished to grasp the very stardust that forms not only galaxies but ourselves. The matter is shining and dancing around my fingertips, beautiful, out of this world, unlike anything else, yet, it is all so universally ordinary.
In the most unoriginal way, at this first attempt to describe myself, I’m going to use labels, and by the end of it, I’ll probably look like a suitcase of a world traveler. Similarly to stickers, my tags will vary in size and complexity, but that will only add to the chaotic chic of its messiness. A patchwork memento of a hundred places, a mishmash of experiences that fail to capture the essence of who I truly am.
How can a mere handful of words (two thousand and some, but who’s counting) ever encapsulate the complexity of a…
