Out and About

I was thinking about what to write about... about myself, maybe.

A while back I said that I never fill out those About Me sections. This is true. I never know...exactly what to put in there. It's like saying "sum up the infinite things you think about in a day". You can't, you just can't remember everything you thought about, your exact thoughts across the minutes and seconds and hours of a day. And, in exactly the same way, you can't sum yourself up briefly. Sure there are cool song lyrics and whatnots to put there that SOUND cool, but they aren't, they just aren't the same as a good description of yourself. A brief autobiography. A little bit of your own history, the only history that you can be an active participant of making. Every other history is just thrown off by random interjections and forks in the road of people and places. An About Me is, maybe, a little bit sacred.

The About Me is the cold desolate truth, where you find out about how tough your guts are. Can you put yourself out there enough? Can you define yourself briefly? Is it even possible? Will you make it out alive? Why are there so many questions?

There is the brief description....

Hi! My name is Kate Tillotson. I hail from Appomattox. I have a lovely dog, six cats, a snake, and two horses. I like pb&js and being competitive and blogs and the art of espresso.

But even then, you don't get the whole me, the particular aspects and idiosyncrasies that define what I say. You can't get the proper picture. It is as vague as saying your favorite color is white. Technically, white is made up of all colors. You like all colors? Well, what the jibit am I supposed to judge you by?

The longer and incomplete version....

I dislike About Me's. So, when I first came to this section, I skipped over it, ran around, took a nap, and ate dinner before coming back. You'll pick apart this entry for sure. Who I am, what I like to do, weaknesses, strengths, yada. We all do it, and that's how I know.

I've lived in here my whole life. Some say the place you live doesn't define you, you define it. That's bull. I'm completely a product of my environment. Now that I have finally realized it I am trying to mold the place around me. Picking friends that fit me, being interesting, starting little trickling trends, I love doing that and watching it happen through a closed environment like my high school. I finally realized that you can do whatever you want after a certain point. It's great.

So for some of my activities, I don't do work, and I take up my time writing things. I...run, sometimes, and other times I play soccer or...I eat pizza, or I stay up late watching Scrubs. I shoot competitively, which is definitely a cool activity, not many people can say they do that for an extra curricular. I love to read, books, magazines, the back of shampoo bottles... I find other people's words much more amazing than mine can ever hope to be. I can atleast pay homage to them by reading what they put down, judging it, and reading it some more. I'm bad at small talk and i like pink dresses and action movies. I like looking at winter trees and jumping on the huge piano in F.A.O. Schwarz. I can't whistle or do handstands or pull off hats or touch my tongue to my nose. I'm scared of death and men in rabbit suits and cats with rabies and old people and losing my memory. I love yelling off mountains and being sucessful and the beach. The sea, I'm mesmerized and terrified by the ocean and space. How it is all infinite. I like graffiti and street dancers and unicycles and bicycles and tea. And velvet high back chairs and patterned tights and red brick houses. I love old plantations and fields of broomstraw and cedar fence posts and racing someone to my car. I hate bus rides to school and early morning breakfest and all you can eat buffets.

I like blueberries. I hate fireworks.


To you, that may have seemed like a satisfactory About Me, but as I was typing it I thought of so many other aspects.

So, I have come to the conclusion that while everyone else may think that you have summed yourself you may always believe that you have just begun. There's just so much to cover.