Self Definitions

“Hey, nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, you too.”
“So, what do you do?”

Why do we always ask that? It seems like we define ourselves by what we do. And by “what we do” we mean our careers.

“I read. I take walks. I pet my cats.”

Those would all be really weird answers to that question. But why? How did we go about the friend-making ritual before adulthood?

All through college I defined myself by what I studied — “I’m a developmental psychologist. A musician. A dancer.” Then I moved here and got a “real” job. A job I never intended to have. I don’t hate it, but it doesn’t enter into who I think that I am. The problem with that is, I spend a great deal of my time doing it. And it acts as a lens through which people see me in that first “What do you do?” (”Who are you?”) moment. Are our jobs really who we are?