Who am I?

[AgentNein]

Sort of a weird thread. I appreciate the concept, but it's a little misguided.

All we know of eachother is from our posts here. Essentially who I am to you folks is who I actually am. That's not to say that I act the same way in real life. In fact, I (as well as most people) have different identities and personalities with different groups. We take on different roles. Me chatting with you folks isn't me hanging out with my friends. But on that same token me hanging out with my friends isn't me hanging out with my girlfriend, and me hanging out with my girlfriend certainly isn't me hanging out with my parents or family.

Most people probably aren't aware of these shifts of self. I'm fortunate to be able to see to perceive the changes pretty easily. It's interesting to me.

Fun fact that not many people know: it's been recently shown that bilingual folks tend to change their personality and roles changing from one language to another. Pretty crazy!

 

[EMFCRACKSHOT]

You're Steve, you've always been Steve. You are all always Steve

-Steve

 

[r0qu3]

Who are you?
Am i supposed to know you zombiejoe?

AM I?

...okay, i think you like BRAAAAAINS....right?

 

[El Poncho]

MaxTheReaper is not as psychotic as shown on this site. He would have been locked up if he was that batshit.

Nope, he really is exactly the same.

Jackie chan?

I couldn't resist.

OH MY GOD, IT'S MALCOLM IN MIDDLE!

[sup]You were quoting Family Guy, right?[/sup]

Family Guy said Ethan Hawke, though...

He says Malcom In Middle to Meg

 

[Aunel]

zombiejoe is a twelve-year-old deviantART user who spends at least half their free time online.
Then again, this is based on two posts and an avatar.

oh prejudices how I love you!

OT: I think Julianking is a midget, and posts from a laptop.

 

[dex-dex]

a twenty something who sits at home and writes really crappy romance books for tweleve year old girls , eating doritos with fantastic hair constantly blowing in the wind( there is no source of this wind)

 

[Red Right Hand]

WHO ARE YOU???...i dunno

 

[Parallel Streaks]

You're another blank, empty face, desperately attempting to seize individuality but ultimately just becoming more generic in the process.

That answer applies to every single one of us. The important thing is that you put up a pretty picture and a good attitude.

 

[APPCRASH]

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

 

[Cherry Cola]

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

And now I shall make you kick your own ass.

 

[ultimateownage]

I know who I am and that's all I need to know.

 

[Sassafrass]

WHO AM I?!?! *Tackles J.D*

Ah, ninja'd me to it.

You expected less from the Scrubs fan?

 

[Julianking93]

WHO AM I?!?! *Tackles J.D*

Ah, ninja'd me to it.

You expected less from the Scrubs fan?

No, but I wished I had got here first.

Scrubs is really the only show I like other than what ever is on Discovery

 

[Caligulove]

A gay robot... ?

 

[stabnex]

Not a zombie. I'd say you're more of a zombieFoodjoe.

Prove me wrong.

 

[historybuff]

I dunno.


But I think you are probably a Nigerian princess. Quit trying to trick me for my address! Geez!

 

[Disaster Button]

Just to top the ninja's who I hate for stealing a glorious reference:


OT: Who are you? I can tell you who you are not. You sir are not a giant 45 year old woman, masquerading as pregnant so her husband will love her and maybe look at her during, who is secretly a tentacled monster of darkness waiting to burst out of said woman's face and eat her husband and raise her unborn baby as the spokesperson for jelly babies. Or are you?

 

[ItsAChiaotzu]

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

You've got perfect teeth, clear skin, and the kind of job you bother to write the alumni magazine about getting, you were too young to fight in any wars, and if your parents weren't divorced then your father was never around, and maybe you are thinking about that meatless, pain-free potluck you went to last weekend, or the ozone, or the Earth's desperate need to stop cruel product testing on animals, but probably not.