We become the friends around us. The towns we grew up in; the music we listen to; the movies that we watch; the cars that we drive; the jobs that we work. Everything around us defines who we are. We are what we consume; we are what we eat. Where is the line between who we are, and what we have become? How do we cross back to find our true selves, who haven’t been wrapped in shiny paper and placed on the shelves in shops of life? I want to be me. I don’t want to be the bubble around me. I don’t want to represent everything I consume. I want to be my own being. Myself. Nothing else.