I have to be myself, just once. I know what you are thinking, and yes, it is terrible. Tomorrow morning I am going to be judged by several people as to whether I am a good enough me. Honestly I am a bit anxious. Generally speaking, I am good at speaking in front of people under nominal pressure, however, the topic is never me.

Technically I have no reason to be nervous - there is no right or wrong, I know me best, they can't tell me I am not being me. But they are judging how I portray me. It is a time like this that makes me realize I barely know me. Why am I doing in my life what I am doing? It seems I do what I see best, and leave it at that. I over-analyze many things, except the things that I do. Why? Because I am always right. I know that. So why reflect on my decisions?

I have been spending my Friday night all alone, dwelling on who I am, and trying to formulate that into sentences. In my head I am the smoothest talker, but I can't translate talking about me into words. I joke a lot about how awesome I am. I really am not that great. But in actuality I hate talking about me. I know too many people that they are their number one topic of conversation.

#1: "Hey Jon, how's it going?"

Me: "I am pretty good, same old same old. How are you?"

#1: "Oh my gosh, life has been so crazy. This week I had like two tests at school and I studied, seriously, like an hour for them. I was so nervous that I wasn't going to do well at them, but I totally owned them. And then my mom made me go help her move a table. And seriously, I was wayyy too stressed out to help her, because I was studying so much, but I decided to help her anyways."

Me: "Man that sounds crazy."

#1: "You haven't even heard the half of it: So my buddies were heading to the river..."

**Ten Minutes Later**

#1: "...and so man. Anyways, what have you been up to?"

Me: "Just work."

Tomorrow morning I have an oral board interview for a fire department. I have to be more like myself than the other 538 candidates getting interviewed. I am going to sell myself like a car salesman, "a blowout Jon sale!" I have decided that I am just going to wing it, and not try to come up with many stock answers to prevent sounding like a robot. People who write autobiographies are full of it.