What is your identity? Is it your name? Your job? Your family? Your lifestyle? Your friends? Often it is a combination of things that can be defined. But the truth as far as I'm concerned, is that an identity can never be something you can explain easily.
It's usually an idea, an emotion that defines you in a way that you cannot easily write down. It is as indescribable as it can be described. When someone asks me who I am, I can give them my name, but I can't really define who I really am to someone, can I? Even those that i claim to know, surprise and shock me often. I think I hardly know them, but perhaps it is better to say that I've just misread some parts of the multiple that make up a person.
Maybe giving it all up and just limiting interactions with the unknown is easier. As simple as life can seem, it is as complicated. The geek in me is lost when I'm in new situations involving things that can't be rationalized. Perhaps I want to stick to the identity of being a geek and forgetting that I've one of being black widow too.