You are what you read
Perhaps this will come off sounding a touch trite or banal, but I've always been of the mind that an individual's interests and tastes -- as embodied by the music they listen to, the books they read, and all the other media they personally select and consume -- collectively say far more about them than any utterance they might willingly offer to describe their own personality and who they think are. I suppose you could say that I look upon people's choices in literature, film, and music as unguarded glimpses into their identity, into what makes them tick and how their mind works -- as small but telling artifacts of the true unfiltered self, if you will.
And so with this in mind, I thought it might be interesting to have a looksee at some booty gathered from my own media buying binge this past weekend... Following the train of thinking described above, what might one presume from my selections about me, I wonder?
Exhibit A: “Final Exits: The Illustrated Encyclopedia of How We Die” (Michael Largo)
- Fascinated by the macabre, permanently installed on local law enforcement's “persons of interest” list
- Enjoys the films of Ingmar Bergman, the works of Poe, competitive sulking
- Wears black on the outside, because black is how she feels inside
- Likely has serious alcohol and/or compulsive body scarification problem
