The Psychology of Personalities
Dear Leg and Vi,
I believe I owe tasks to each of my subjects on this Wednesday night at the hour of 2146, but I'm making the spontaneous decision to write this letter with earphones plugged into the heavenly rapping of Ms. Lauryn Hill and sitting at my wooden desk in the corner of my room. Nothing like a calm night. I've been thinking a lot about how I treat each other lately. This came to thought within the span of three days, where I have a) made someone scream with utter hatred at me to the point where they lost their voice, b) made someone laugh at me to the point where they lost their voice, and c) put on a personality that isn't often revealed to the general audience but has been unveiled like the opening of a grand statue. The first event I never had any negative intention, let alone the presence of it, toward the person. The same sentiment applies to the next one. However, with the third there may have been some deliberation in those actions. Come to think of it, I've left the description quite vague. What aspects of my real personality was revealed? Was it the musical theater nerd who can't stop belting those Christine notes? Nah. Was it the critic who finds a fault in everything that comes within a centimeter of her sight? Not even close. But it was the one who just... acted like a normal person. Yes, sweeties, I'm not a normal person in front of people in general. I'm nervous, sweaty palms and all. But in these three days I've been answering people with a good tone, opening up my thoughts to that perfect point where it is neither closed or too much information, and smiling casual grins. Completely unusual, but I really do hope this decent self continues for a good amount of time, preferably throughout the thirtysomething self the two of you are aware of. But if it doesn't last, that's completely okay. I live my own life at my own pace.
Love,
Your mother
I believe I owe tasks to each of my subjects on this Wednesday night at the hour of 2146, but I'm making the spontaneous decision to write this letter with earphones plugged into the heavenly rapping of Ms. Lauryn Hill and sitting at my wooden desk in the corner of my room. Nothing like a calm night. I've been thinking a lot about how I treat each other lately. This came to thought within the span of three days, where I have a) made someone scream with utter hatred at me to the point where they lost their voice, b) made someone laugh at me to the point where they lost their voice, and c) put on a personality that isn't often revealed to the general audience but has been unveiled like the opening of a grand statue. The first event I never had any negative intention, let alone the presence of it, toward the person. The same sentiment applies to the next one. However, with the third there may have been some deliberation in those actions. Come to think of it, I've left the description quite vague. What aspects of my real personality was revealed? Was it the musical theater nerd who can't stop belting those Christine notes? Nah. Was it the critic who finds a fault in everything that comes within a centimeter of her sight? Not even close. But it was the one who just... acted like a normal person. Yes, sweeties, I'm not a normal person in front of people in general. I'm nervous, sweaty palms and all. But in these three days I've been answering people with a good tone, opening up my thoughts to that perfect point where it is neither closed or too much information, and smiling casual grins. Completely unusual, but I really do hope this decent self continues for a good amount of time, preferably throughout the thirtysomething self the two of you are aware of. But if it doesn't last, that's completely okay. I live my own life at my own pace.
Love,
Your mother
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