I always draw an embarrassing blank when I'm asked to describe myself. Every adjective I can imagine is in some way false. Its antonym is false too. For a while it bothered me. I felt that lacking the words to describe myself meant that I lacked an identity.
And then, one day, I realized that I was doing myself a disservice by trying to simplify who I am into an adjective. Each of us contains intricacies and complexities that language can't capture. Nothing is simple.
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