I'm not an artist. I haven't traced, sketched, shaded, doodled, cross-hatched, painted, molded, refined, or stitched anything. The vast forms of visual art have eluded me, passed me by like a common stranger on the sidewalk, with only a brief analytic glance between us.
I'm not a musician. I haven't touched a piano in over a decade save for curious keystrokes. The only instrument I own is a plastic recorder which I have come to love and subsequently lost in a move.
I'm not a cosplayer. The last time I wore any outfit deviating from the standard attire of an urban youth was sometime in October, where I attemded an awkward Halloween party during my Senior year.
I don't know what I am, or what others think I am, but I know, with one hundred percent certainty, that I am.