Who do you strive to be?

... The woman who is so well aware of her surroundings, the man who is so insecure he has tattoed his homemade measurement of his penis? What defines you?
Do we, human-beings cover up ourselves with little lies, so that deep down, nobody really knows, who YOU ARE? Will we ever figure out who we are, without the help of self-help books, friends, food, movies, music, the newest cell-phone, or another half?
My grandpa said, a couple of days ago, that to live in an environment without money, and the power money creates, we would run around bare-naked, and be happy as hell.
Is there a middleway??