lessons learned from the WB

Now that I'm done with One Tree Hill, I'm going to have to start wasting my life away again in reruns of Capeside.

But seriously, there was one episode of Dawson's Creek where Joey gets an assignment from school which forces her to choose the one person who knows her best, and that person has to write an essay about her.

I think about that assignment a lot.

Hands down, my husband knows me best. Now.

But aside from him, I'd be absolutely terrified to read what anyone else would write.

Is that normal?

I am still in the Three Kings mindset... "no one knows their own heart."

Does that mean that our only inklings into who we really are lie in our interactions with others? Or, does it mean that our true identities are simply a mystery on earth and will be revealed in heaven?

If I don't know who I am, how can I change it?

I should stop trying to philosophize teen soaps.

But I could totally rock out on an essay about Pacey.