Is your idea of me really what I’m about? And does it matter? A few days ago I met someone who I briefly met once, a few years ago. After some idle chitchat, the conversation started getting a bit more personal, and this person started describing their first impression of me, which he created in his head a few years back. He described me as shallow, aloof, self-absorbed, a label-queen, someone who only hangs with the A-list, who only shops at Woolies, lives from restaurant to restaurant… and the list goes on… I was initially taken aback by it but proceeded to defend myself to tell this person who I really am. As I was sitting on the grass, barefoot, with a beer in my hand, I told this person that I’m actually just a small-town boy who just happened to live in the big city. I’m down to earth, loyal, sincere, honest, well-read, well educated, I like walking barefoot, I drink beer from a bottle, I wear T-shirts and jeans and I spend time with people who are real and sincere. I do o...