Descriptions

Again with the time! Always midnight before I know it. 

I guess it is time to let you know the “Who” of this blog. I, personally, do not give much credit to anonymous written works. They were definitely written by someone, but that doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. Actually, even when I do know the “Who,” I’m not much inclined to care.

Anyway, on with it then.

I could start with my name: Jesse. That is who I am. On paper, I am Jesse E. Sheets. The United States government views me as a nine-digit number. That is also part of who I am. I am also a place. Moab. My hometown. The place of happiness, the place of my memories, but also a place of pain and remembrance. I am considered to be (firstly) a son, then a brother, a grandson, a nephew, a boyfriend, a friend, a best friend, a confidant, and sometimes an individual. Again, these are all very good descriptors, but I still haven’t told you who I am. 

To answer that question, you will have to follow my blog. I am still on the road to the city of “Who-i-am.”

I am a student. A student of life, yes, but also a student at heart as well. Learning gives me hope and sets me at peace. I could not get through each day without learning. For the past few months, I have been learning French. That is a task in itself, but again a joyous experience. For the past year, I have been a student of ceramics. No, I’m not an Art major, but it is definitely a passion. For the past two years, I have studied the daily actions and observed the “little things” as a boyfriend. English, most of the time, doesn’t have the right words to explain things. Yes, I am her boyfriend, but I believe I am so much more to her. It will be two years to the day on March 31 that I have been studying to become what she needs me to be. And for my life, I have been studying the (sometimes demented) English language. I’m sure that you have noticed that I still haven’t gotten that area of study nailed down.

Descriptors aren’t my strong suit. By those I love and value, I have been called “Retard,” “Odd,” “Sarcastic,” and even “Sadistic.” I smile as I write this, because only one of those was said with any malice. I have been known to be “docile” as well as “quick-tempered.” Of course, description varies with knowledge. 

At a glance, I’m not much. If someone were to give a quick review it might go something like this:

“Mr. Sheets. What is there to say. He keeps his nose down, quiet, docile young man with some interests that aren’t well defined. He does good in school, but he does not ask questions. He is well-mannered and polite, sometimes even apologetic. He does not seem like the zealous sort, nor does he fit the description of outgoing.”

Again, description comes from knowledge. My friends have complained of my apologetic ways. Other friends have found it entertaining to see how quickly they can make me blush. What can I say? I’m a blusher. It is entertaining to see what they come up with. Others would approach my description as timid and shy. While still others could say that I’m charismatic and even outspoken. 

Macey and Me

Apart from descriptions are names. I have been know as Jes for a long time. That is for people that are close to me. When I played sports (fun fact), I was known as “Bulldog,” though it never seemed to apply. My manager knows me as “Fledgling.” She usually includes a sing-song “Fledgy,” and sometimes looks at me like I’m adorable. (This, in turn, usually makes me blush.) My sister (only sibling) liked to annoy me by calling me “Girlfriend.” Now she resorts to “Brah” as her mainstay. My girlfriend, Macey, has many names for me. Some more loving than the others: Sweetheart, Honey, Sweetie. Then there are the ones like Buttmunch, Buttface, and other creative twists that are only ever said with loving sarcasm.

Hmmm…

Jack

I have one sister. Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and an assortment of family members that aren’t related. I am the proud owner of a Boston Terrier named Jack. But I also love his mom, Maggie. My sister has always had a menagerie of pets, from chickens to goats to snakes to birds to cats. Her current kitten, named Primm, but nicknamed by my Nana as El Gato Diablo Psycho. Fortunately, my sister and Primm have similar personalities, so they get along just fine. I have also been adopted by at least two people as their surrogate son, and I have become the “little brother I’ve always wanted.”

I could go on and on, but I won’t. I’m sure no one will read this far down the page anyway. I am a singular entity on this vast planet that is searching for his niche. 

I’ll let you know if I ever find it.