It is a beautiful day on the Planet Earth. It has just rained, and the bright, late-spring sunlight through the dispersed water in the air casts a lovely rainbow.
It is May 18th, your birthday. Five years ago on this day, you were given a name. It was something completely inane and you hated it. You have always been very much concerned with owning your own identity, and you have devoted much of your adolescence to understanding it in great detail.
So, since you're the expert, why don't you tell us who you are- from the bottom up?