who am i?

A very odd question for a 32yr old man to ask himself. Ever more odd the answer: I don't know.

I guess we're a puddle of genetic material mated to a life of experiences and how they form our actions and feelings.

I really don't know how to express my feelings to others. I've tried in the past and been hurt for the gesture. To a certain extent, I'm not sure I have feelings the same way other people do. I know the older I get, the less I care to share.

I've been told I am eligible for a student loan, so I go to college this fall. May 2008, here I come. I've dreamed of marching up there to get my degree for years. I'm ready to feel like I've done something with my life.