I am a man of contradiction; ever oscillating between intellectual depth and irreverent idiocy. My life is moments in somber silence broken by raucous levity. My love and empathy can be set aside in a second replaced by cold, calculating rage. I shift constantly between the overwhelming urge to destroy and the longing to nurture. I revel in solitude, but crave another’s attention. For all my apparent complexities I remain a simple creature, driven by contradicting needs. I am never sure which is the real me; am I both, or am I neither? How do I show someone the real me, when I don’t know who that is?