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| I had two related thoughts in my head |
- On the dating app there is this prompt. Like with all prompts I spend too much time thinking about it “3 words that describe you”
- I was watching a film (I think “About Dry Grasses”) and this woman is meeting with people she doesn’t really know. There’s a café environment, and the table they are at is next to a large bright glass pane window. She has a choice of where to sit.
With the window and following the thought of perceived importance of first impressions, say she takes the window seat. The way the light is cast on her is very different in this scene, than a situation where they are more toward the center of the room, or even if she were to move across the table to not sit next to the window.
These changes in light affect the way that the people she is meeting will view her. In harsh light her face will change, but the impression they get of her is still there. That aura that will surround her through their interaction and conversation. Her silhouette might get lost in the sun, as her new friend’s eyes adjust to the light or constantly must look at something uncomfortably bright.
What I am getting at here is that it is beautiful that we are not 3 discrete words, but an unstable flux or collection of language. It’s weather and light. Often attempts to describe yourself concretely as this or that feel like a wish, or a whim. They have unstable grounding.
Still, I understand trends of actions will make someone be known for a personality. I can tell people are one way or another in general, by my experience with them or by the corroboration of readings from others.
But there definitely is a hazy space around what we are described as, particularly if it is self reported. Maybe it is through this secondary effect of our description that we can begin to understand things, like my intent to view myself as “Valiant” reflects upon me a truth (that might point away from actual valiance, but show a true word-self within. “he thinks himself valiant”.)
I can’t think of three words that describe me. The default seems to be to supply adjectives, but it seems limiting.
I will recall a review though for a book that I saved: “Oscillates between incomprehensible and trite.” It does feel that way sometimes.
What do I look like?
What do I look like? What is the canonical look of me? Me in a T-pose with neutral light?
A billion angles, or sequence of public photographs that I post.
The ability to be pictured on demand is me? The possibility of being a picture.
Me under blue light, or me in the moonlight?
All of my acquaintances, to me. They look like a sample of their photos. Thoughts. Suspected errors. Nothing else.