People have tried to define me my entire life, with definitions that don’t quite fit.
I’m not a filmmaker, as I hardly use film anymore and use mostly digital. I’m not a Moviemaker, as that is limiting. I was never the Class Clown or School Bully (Thank The Universe!) I never asked to be on put the pedestal many tried to knock me down from. I never feel like I fit in... though you might have thought otherwise.
I was the Breakfast Club rolled into one; the Jock, the Geek, the Weirdo, the Stoner. But I wasn’t the Pretty Rich Girl. I was the Poor kid From The Other Side Of The Tracks.
I was Co-Captain of my football team and in the chess club. I was part of the Drama Club and Debate. I wrote & took pics for my school news paper. I was once the class president. I ran with many cliques, yet was my own lone wolf.
I’ll tell you what I am, which should not be confused with the sum-total of who I am:
I am an open book (Kind of literary now that the first book I wrote was published June, 2019. And We Married Margo is loosely based on my life) I'm a castle with a 50 foot moat and a 100 foot wall. I’m a contradiction (Which makes sense being born a Pisces) A Contrarian. A Word Smith (Which is quite a bold statement for someone Dyslexic. I’m socked I didn’t write “Words Mith”) A Magic-Hope Maker. A philosopher. A Truth Speaker. "People like the truth as much as they like poetry. And most people fucking hate poetry" -The brilliant "The Big Short") I'm an I Don't Give A fook what you think of me. In fact, I like that you might not like me and are challenged by me. Or is that threatened? What I am is:
I am a Story Teller.
But that’s me defining me. In the end, as well as now, it will be others who define me.
But on my terms
@jD Shapiro, All Rights Resevered, 2020