I am a pickle

Have you a memory of the best summer food from childhood? It could be your favorite ice cream or mom's preparation of your favorite curry. Here is another task for you, why don't you describe how the best memory of this tasted? Yes, not the food itself, but in your memory what taste did that summer leave? Food itself seems to be composed of just salt, sweet, spices and sour tastes, but the sensation created is undefinable.
I can never do justice by describing my favorite pickle as spicy, "mangoey", spicy with flavors of  red chilly, specifically of the Guntoor variety of chilies with the characteristic pungency. Here is a better description, my favorite pickle tastes like the summer warm air, with the taste of clay from the clay pot it was stored and marinated in. It has the warmth of my mother's hands and the aroma of the secret spices she always uses. That is befitting description, but is is something you can't think of at all.
This is the problem with definitions. The desire to bin experiences and characteristics into specific words that are universal dilutes the feelings and the character into something vague and ordinary. As much as I would say it is true for food, it is true for people as well. It is so common for us to label people as timid, uncouth, smart etc., just to make life more tangible that we fail to enjoy the idiosyncrasies and the variety around us.
We do it to ourselves too. We think of the way we want to be perceived by others. I think I am smart, confident, attractive and a ordinary person (I have much to say about ordinary in my next post), but I am not. At times I am stupid, timid, unkempt, and a complete bag of crazy. What I truly am is everything and nothing. I am all the characteristics and none of what I thought I was. 
Every time I try to define myself, I discover the definition is far from the real truth. I don't see why it is not true for others. I think a person is. Yes, a person just is. A person is not a combination of features, but an experience for me, a variety in my classified mundane day and a warm memory of a good day with the person.
That is why I think I am just me. If you still insist on defining me, then define me as summer mango pickle. Because, that is who I am on my best day. Tangy, warm, spicy and an interesting summer mango pickle.