I like writing about other people. I have been doing it for a few months as you have probably noticed when you happen to scroll down your timeline… Today I wish to talk a little bit about myself, about who I am and what I think, what I do, what I used to do that made me do what I do today…

I came across this urge to speak about myself after leaving my parents house at 11:34 pm a week or so ago. I crossed a long road, right into the depths of a nearby park. Dashed passed a local bar which was still open. People were dancing to salsa and happy music. 

I, for a second thought to myself in an angry attitude, - why do people like dancing? I mean, I don’t like expressing myself in that way. I have never liked dancing; I have always comforted myself about that and questioned the reason why I find it utterly uncomfortable to shake my body to alien moves that make me feel pretty strange. I tried it once in London but felt so embarrassed with myself that I opted never to try it again. 

Then, again in New York I tried to dance after my first official drunken night back in 2005 but it did not work for me. Anyway, enough of the dancing explanation which I conclude, does not go well with me…

I walked passed those happy people, headed onto a long road where the Federal Police headquarters are located. At that point I was half way through to my home. I noticed a couple in their 50’s or so. Another thought went through my mind again. I noticed the man embracing his wife or partner with love, suddenly a nice feeling started to corrode my body and mind. 

When I see couples in love it inspires me. It makes me feel happy to see how two human beings can devote themselves to one another. How can that happen? Why does that happen? Why does it not happen to me so often? I sam jealous because I don’t get to feel love like they do, but that is a different chapter in this book that I will never get to write, I guess?

I suppose that friends and acquaintances know a few bits about me, but every now and again it’s nice to remind those that know me, to know a little more about me, me, me, me. God! that sounds as if I was important and different and I guess I am, although that does not make me better. Ultimately we are all special, important and different. Those unique qualities that constitute us are what build us to who we are as individuals. 

So who am I then? That is a question that I keep trying to find out. What do I like doing? why am I standing where I am today? I guess we all ask ourselves these legitimate questions… I presume that some people are less insistent about deciphering who they are.

So, in brief, I’m an individual who has been quite passionate to discover other peoples lives as well as my own. I was born in the UK but grew up in Mexico City where I learned to be persistent and never to give up to things I wish to pursue.
I’ve lived slightly longer in the UK than in Mexico but my formative years were crucial towards understanding who I am and the world I share with al of you.

I have had a few girlfriends in my life but after my last relationship, I have closed myself pretty much in fear of not understanding what love really means to me. Yes, - I know! we all have different understandings about that concept, but I overcomplicate its meaning in my head… 

 
Who else am I? I am ‘devoted’ to just causes. I feel inspired by peoples stories. I try not to be overtaken by my egos and try to keep my feet on the ground at all times. Being humble is a tough task but I monitor my everyday steps to ensure I don’t get big headed, I cannot stand big headed people!!! I hope that I don’t come across as one…

I think this self description sums me up in general and without being too egotistical. I am sorry if this was a little long and too descriptive about myself but I had to do it. I don’t suppose you would have read all the way up to these last lines so I am not expecting a comment of any kind, though I welcome them if you did reach the very end of this ego trip. 

I don’t blame you if you don’t read this or other stories I write as I know they are quite long and time is not always on our side. For me it is a therapeutic exercise to describe other peoples lives. I find quite a lot of joy simply in typing and archiving my perception based on other peoples experiences.

Maybe more about me in the future?