You know the saying “Every picture is worth a thousand words?” Well, it’s the same with people, except, people are worth a trillion words. You look at a person and think you know them by being able to describe them in five words, but human beings are more complex than that. If every person was worth a mere five words, each person wouldn’t really mean much. But a person isn’t worth five words, everyone has a purpose, and what they are meant to do has to do with who they are. Who they are is described by hundreds of thousands of individual words. It all comes full circle. I realized that no one can be described in just a few hundred words. If I tried to describe myself using too few words, you wouldn’t really understand who I am.
I am a bookworm, so, I love to read. To me, one of the best things is curling up with a great book. I count down the days until a new book in a series comes out. My parents even used to threaten to take away my books when I was younger because I would come home and immediately start to read, ignoring all the rest of my homework. I love reading because you become so lost in a story that are completely unaware whats happening around you. It’s as if you can escape from reality, if only for a little while.
Unlike myself, my sisters do not like to read. I have an older sister and a younger sister, meaning I am the middle child. Both of my siblings I argue with, but at the same time I love both of them with all my heart. I think I am lucky as a middle child. I am not the first to go through things, so I know what to do when it’s my turn. I have someone to look up to and tell everything to. A sister is different than a friend because you really can tell them anything and them understand, their your family, they won’t give up on you. I honestly feel bad for my younger sister, she’s so much younger than my older sister and I, that it’s almost not fair to her. She does not have the playmate that I had when I was younger, neither does she have the relationship that I have with my older sister. I know that she might not ever get that opportunity, because by the time she’s grown up enough for me to be able to talk to her like I would an actual friend, I’ll be out of the house. It’s not fair, but as my mom would say, “life is not fair.”
I am flexible, but at the same time, not really. I can do a split, but I’m not “flexible” in the terms that I don’t like to change things that I was planning on doing. I like order even though my room is a mess, it’s kind of an oxymoron if you think about it. It just depends on the situation. I guess I just don’t like surprises, at least the bad kind. That’s why I am always prepared for anything. I pack twice as much as other people, so I always have everything I need. I like to know whats going on around me, I’m observant. I can tell things about people just by watching them or listening to them, especially once I get to know them. I can tell what people are thinking when I see their expressions. I’ll ask their opinion of something, but I already see it in their face what it is, I don’t even need to know the answer anymore.
I have recently realized that I am a leader. I am always the person to make plans, even if someone else suggests it, I always end up doing to actual planning. Once, my friends and I went to see a movie, and we were trying to decide what to do after. I didn’t say anything, and they couldn’t make a decision. Finally I chipped in and told them what I thought we should do and they all agreed. Honestly, I don’t like to be the center of attention, but being a leader feels good.
I love to laugh, though my sense of humor is very dry. I am the type of person who likes funny people, especially because I’m not a “class-clown”. I have a very dry sense of humor, sometimes I say something, and people start to laugh. All the while I’m thinking “what’s so funny?.” I love it when people understand me, and know how to make me laugh, and what to say. No matter how upset I am, if you can make me laugh, I know everything is going to be alright.
I would consider myself to be a good friend, I like to talk, but I’ll listen too. I’m generally a pretty honest person, if somethings bothering me, I’ll normally talk about it with one of my friends. Friendship is one of the most important things to me. When I was younger, I always wanted that “best friend” who lived around the corner. The one you would always play with on weekends and grow up with, just like in the movies. As I got older, I realized how rare that actually was. I had, and still have, such good friends, I just didn’t even realize it.
My biggest pet peeve is hypocrites. For example, when the first time you tell people about something and they say it’s “stupid” and “weird” and they don’t even give it a chance. Then, half a year later, it’s one of the most popular things to read or wear, and then they go out and read it or wear it. I understand that people’s opinions can change, but if they had actually given it a chance in the first place, they would not have a change in opinion because they would have had their mind already made up. Also it bothers me when people say things like “I would never hate someone” and then go talk about people behind their backs in a hateful way. People shouldn’t say one thing then do another, to me, it’s not right.
I am modest, but I’m not talking about the clothing way. I don’t like to talk about myself, unless its a story that I was involved in, or a really great accomplishment. I do not like to talk about myself because I feel snobby. I feel as though I am being selfish and putting myself before others, and I don’t like that. While, lets be honest, everyone loves the temporary attention, I feel awkward and tend to direct the attention to other people. For example, sometimes I will say I only got this because of that. Maybe I don’t give myself enough credit sometimes, but thats just not my personality.
I think I’m tougher than people give me credit for. We do this thing with my youth group every year when we go to Caswell called “sock wars”. Basically, my friend said it’s “like the Hunger Games, but with socks”. Your goal is to get the socks off of the other people’s feet. People didn’t go after me last year because they didn’t think I was a threat. Finally, they started to realize that I was better than they thought, no one could believe I lasted that long. I was fourth, and this year, I was third. Maybe by my senior year I’ll even be first.
One flaw I know I have is getting discouraged easily, when something bad happens, like I get a bad grade or mess up something, I almost completely give up. Once I am more motivated though, I get back on track and work hard on whatever I need to. As long as I am determined, I can do anything.
I am extremely talkative, my mom always tells me that I could talk to a brick wall. In all honesty, I probably could, as long as I knew what the wall wanted to talk about. It used to be that I would only talk to people in-depth if I knew them well, but for some reason, this year is different. I became friends with people I would have never guessed I would have last year.
I am me, and nothing can change that. Not the clothes I wear, or the friends I have, not the good times or the bad. I’m me, and that’s all I ever need to be. I’m Cecilia, and I cannot be summed up in a few hundred words.
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