I guess this could be concidered a story about me. It is more of an essay though... it was written for my AP English course. It is basically the rough draft of our college introductory letter.
If you were to ask me who I was a few months ago, I couldn't have told you. I was still figuring that out for myself. I have come to find that I still am not entirely sure of who I am. I take personality test, ask friends and family, stay up late thinking about it...But, really, "who is it that can tell me who I am"* but myself? I am a woman who is forever rediscovering herself and others. Someone once told me that I was an enigma to them, and I find that I am usually an enigma to myself.
I would want to be considered as a loving and caring, selfless and totally honest person, but that in itself would be somewhat of a lie. I love in a protective, motherly way, but I could just as easy not care about your existence. I am selfless in that I would do almost anything for a loved one, but almost nothing for a foe. As for honesty, I admit to the occasional white lie, when they're necessary. In that sense I am a follower, but nowhere else.
I am a bender of rules and words, always looking for a different meaning for everything. I follow not the lesser beaten path, but one I have created, going in the opposite direction of the others. I like it that way. I can plant beautiful flowers or infect it with poison ivy if it suites my fancy, and no one but me has a say. I guess you could call me a rebel, a rebellious social butterfly (or moth, preferably). Because, though I choose not to follow them, I do enjoy their company. To me, it's the more the merrier. I love to laugh and talk. A people person is what you could call me, though is have a short fuse. I have been known to admit to hating people (in general), than to loving mankind.
I am creative and only follow a trend after it has passed, if I choose to follow one at all. I love to live life to the fullest. At least, I would love to. You, know: try and experience everything and take it all in one day at a time. Well, at that I fail on a daily basis. I do try, but I get caught up in the daily strife of life, and I am removed from the world I would prefer, at some point in the day. I work hard to seem and feel laid back.
I am overly rambunctious, and loud. Of that I am guilty. But I work hard at it...not being like that, that is.
I am an overworker. I obsess until I feel something is perfect. I am trusted with many responsibilities because of it. And, though it may be perfect, what ever it is I worked so hard on definitely does have the possibility of being late. You could say people depend on me to be undependable with certain things. I am also blessed with a tolerance and calm during stressful and trying situations. Thus when I am being hassled to hurry up and forget quality, I can stop and not freak-out on the person...
I am fun-loving and always looking for an opportunity to laugh and make others laugh.
I am a thinker, a writer, a painter, an artist I guess. I am a friend, a companion, a lover (eventually), a daughter, and a granddaughter.
I love to love, laugh, teach, and learn. And I am positive that I am wrong somewhere in my description of myself, and that I will discover something new soon.
Great bio Em, and I would say you captured yourself pretty well but you missed out that you are well liked and enjoyed by many friends on the AD myself included.
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