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WHO AM I?
Every human has his/her own personality. He may be the silent-type, the grinning one, or the cruel witch. People may judge him by the way he looks, dresses, walks or talks. He may also be the cutest, greatest being for anyone. Like what the saying says, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder”. But in spite of anyone’s impression, the person himself could really define oneself.
A friend described to me someone - her best friend: chubby, of fair complexion, medium in height. She said the gal’s a friendly one, outgoing, a mall-lover and has so many friends. She added that she never had experienced sadness and gloomy hours with the girl. She said they were so close and were always together wherever they go especially when they were with their boyfriends. The girl was also the ‘girl scout’ type that she never forgot, even once, to bring her accessories for her daily rituals - powder, perfume, comb, and mirror. Name it - she has it. For my friend, she was the best person ever.
Who would guess that the subject was I?
My best friend describes me as the greatest. She believes in me. She thinks that I am an almost perfect individual… She knows almost everything about me - life experiences, hobbies, likes and dislikes. But she knows only my outer self. I have been planning to reveal the real me with her help - but I couldn’t - I just could not. I am afraid that she may not accept me anymore. I know that she is used to see me with no problems at all. She is used to know me as the adviser, that I know how to handle all kinds of problems, big and small. I don’t want to see her weaken when she sees me down for I know that I am her strength. She has her own family problems and I am the only one who could encourage her to pursue life. I love her that much that I don’t want to reveal the real me.
The truth is I am weak. I can’t handle things myself. I can give advises, but I cannot even apply them to my own problems. I am a loner. I hate to be with people - but what can I do? I hate being with them but I hate it more without friends. My being a loner leads me to become thirsty and hungry for friends. I have to impress everyone to gain more companions. I’m afraid to find myself, one day, with no one to turn to. I’m inferior. And my inferiority makes me feel that I do not belong to the crowd. I pity myself for it.
People know me the opposite as what I really am. And to know me, they have to explore my deepest feelings and little secrets. They have to let me out of my shell, where I am still a prisoner. And if there’s someone who would help me escape, he’ll surely know me very well.
Every human has his/her own personality. He may be the silent-type, the grinning one, or the cruel witch. People may judge him by the way he looks, dresses, walks or talks. He may also be the cutest, greatest being for anyone. Like what the saying says, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder”. But in spite of anyone’s impression, the person himself could really define oneself.
A friend described to me someone - her best friend: chubby, of fair complexion, medium in height. She said the gal’s a friendly one, outgoing, a mall-lover and has so many friends. She added that she never had experienced sadness and gloomy hours with the girl. She said they were so close and were always together wherever they go especially when they were with their boyfriends. The girl was also the ‘girl scout’ type that she never forgot, even once, to bring her accessories for her daily rituals - powder, perfume, comb, and mirror. Name it - she has it. For my friend, she was the best person ever.
Who would guess that the subject was I?
My best friend describes me as the greatest. She believes in me. She thinks that I am an almost perfect individual… She knows almost everything about me - life experiences, hobbies, likes and dislikes. But she knows only my outer self. I have been planning to reveal the real me with her help - but I couldn’t - I just could not. I am afraid that she may not accept me anymore. I know that she is used to see me with no problems at all. She is used to know me as the adviser, that I know how to handle all kinds of problems, big and small. I don’t want to see her weaken when she sees me down for I know that I am her strength. She has her own family problems and I am the only one who could encourage her to pursue life. I love her that much that I don’t want to reveal the real me.
The truth is I am weak. I can’t handle things myself. I can give advises, but I cannot even apply them to my own problems. I am a loner. I hate to be with people - but what can I do? I hate being with them but I hate it more without friends. My being a loner leads me to become thirsty and hungry for friends. I have to impress everyone to gain more companions. I’m afraid to find myself, one day, with no one to turn to. I’m inferior. And my inferiority makes me feel that I do not belong to the crowd. I pity myself for it.
People know me the opposite as what I really am. And to know me, they have to explore my deepest feelings and little secrets. They have to let me out of my shell, where I am still a prisoner. And if there’s someone who would help me escape, he’ll surely know me very well.
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