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My Personality And Artists Who Played A Big Part

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First, a disclaimer: this essay makes it sound like it is much harder to be me than it is. It is not at all hard to be me, and I feel incredibly lucky to exist in the time and place that I do. In addition to that, this paper only explores a very limited part of me and my intellectual development; important aspects of my personality and artists who played a big part in shaping who I am are left out entirely. With that said, the small part of me that this essay explores has had a profound influence on almost every part of my internal life. Alright, here we go: I am an anxious person. As I write this, I am sitting on a couch on the second floor of Norton, and I can think of at least thirty different things within twenty feet of me that I am terrified of. I mean, most of them are abstract concepts and not actual, physical objects, so I guess it’s not exactly coherent to talk about distance, but I already wrote that sentence and I’m not taking it back. Anyway. Fear. Like I said, I am scared of at least thirty different things right now. Among them: the possibility that someone might approach me, the possibility that if someone does approach me, I will embarrass myself, the near inevitability that if I do embarrass myself, I will cry in public, the fact I only have a maximum of around sixty-five years left to live, the concept of infinity, the possibility that I will make a bad grade on this paper, the idea that I may not actually have the ability to graduate from school, the

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