Identity

I am the one who is locking my car.
I am the one walking to the entrance of the store.
I am the one selecting the shopping cart to push into the store.
I am the one pushing and seeing the clerks in the store
I am the one picking up the apples and wondering why organic has to be so bad looking and knowing the answer and putting them in my cart anyway.
When I am looking for a title.
I need to be called something.
Searching for the words to write on the form in response to the question on job title.
I think the census asked this question.
When I am asked to say something about myself at a Yoga workshop.
Rambling on not knowing the words.
What do I need to contribute to this situation about myself.
And, the people before me didn't just give their names and a short answer. They said more. So, I need to say more.
And, how honest? Heartfelt.