…but now I hate eating mushrooms.
Having been the same person my entire life, it is odd to think of all the different traits I have once exhibited. The whole time, I was still me, Samantha, and I was acting in a way I thought Samantha would act. Just the same, my ideals have changed, my actions have changes, my overall outlook has changed…but it’s still me.
What was important to me ten years ago (like Wishbone, recess, a way cute boy named DJ, The Boxcar Children books) serves no purpose to me now. What was important to me one week ago no longer even matters (like prom, finishing make-up work, my graduation party). I’m almost sure that a year from now nothing from high school will seem remotely important.
How can so much change? These things stay the same. I am still Samantha. It seems as though I would be the same person therefore, and with the same general ideas of who I am. It never works like that. I am only who I am in the present. Who I was is not who I now am. Who I am is not necessarily who I will be.
