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About Me — Emily Wilcox
27,301 Yahoo emails and none of them from Robert Pattinson, sigh.
“Tell me about yourself,” my date asked. His jawline was sharp, gaze sharper and so I was blunt.
“I’ve got such trapped wind right now.”
Yeah. Yeah. He’s not my date anymore.
What Am I?
There are so many things I could tell you about myself. That’s true of all of us. So where do we begin? How do we choose? What defines our most notable attributes? What makes certain things more worthy of knowing than others? Where is our value derived?
And that got me thinking. A book is valuable not because of a single page, but because of the entire story woven within. Who we are is infused into every single word, every single moment, every single thought and fingerprint and sweat gland. So:
What am I? I’m a writer (more so than I am a human. I wasn’t born, I was printed out). I’m a storyteller and a lunatic. I’m a fast walker, a slow ager, a Medium contributor. I’m hungry, I’ve got two degrees in completely differing subjects and fortunately, I’m absent of any trapped wind right now (mostly).
But above all else, I am exactly what you are. I am a book.
