We are who we are

When do we become the person we think we should be? Do we ever? It seems to me it's not so much who you are, but who you are around other people. And more to the point how we change around different people. There are some people that I can be totally, utterly and blissfully myself around, and others that I simply can't...not such a bad thing, I think if anything it is a defense mechanism. However after a prolonged period time, it's hard to remember who I am. After all I am a bit weird...it's not as though I can be summed up in a few vague adjectives. I have a cracking sense of humour (around some people) and at the same time I am guilty of taking myself too seriously...I hate being teased...I hate being second guessed...I hate being wrong...and I hate people telling me who I am. I'm complicated, I know that...I can be difficult, stubborn and opinionated...but at the same time I quite like being these things. It has made me strong, I'm not untouchable but I have grown a thick skin. So here's to being me...and to embracing the people I can be myself around...they are my therapy. Thank God they exist.