I've been thinking about what makes us who we are. Our fears? Our past? Our pictures? Our personal things? Our perfumes? Then, I got to the conclusion: all of this is not enough.
I always believed one's bedroom depicted his personality. I believe it is true, indeed. However, for people like me, who dont have their own bedroom (I come and go. Dorm, and now, for the summer, a room at my mom's then, a room in Spain) this theory does not really work.
So, today, when unpacking my boxes from Indiana, I found so much. That box, was my tiny life. If you, without knowing me, opened that, you could say some about me.
Here's what I had:
Tons of dvds, A bible, a rosary, and an image of the Virgin Mary. A great number of pictures of my friends. (friends from Brazil, ex-boyfriends, dogs, etc). Love letters (I keep all of them.) Books (one which I never read, the other called "Nitty, Gritty, Grammar" and one of photography). A Spanish dictionary.
And more and more..........
I love movies. I am religious, I love my memories more than anything in this world. I love the idea of true love, soul mates and all that crap. I hate reading. (Except for school). And Spanish is in my blood.
However, I feel theres so much more in my personality. I am terrified of scorpions and spiders, I love having people messing with my hair, I hate dependent people, I am super supportive of gay rights, I would never wear real fur, I try to watch CNN every morning.
I am confused. So confused. All the time, and I dont know why. I bite my nails, I move my toes everytime I am in pain. I also love to hold someone's hands and squeeze the hell outta of them when I am nervous, in pain or I am laughing.
I love cooking. I completely love to hug people. My mom is my example.
I love to sleep in the same bed as my friends. I am more jealous of my friends than I was ever with any boyfriend. I try to keep a good friendship with my ex-boyfriends. I cry all the time, and I think it feels great. I go to bed late, every single night.
I read celebrity gossip too much. I love the smell of roses.
I have a passion for scented candles. I've done bad things that I will never regret of.
I kind of dont trust in men. I hate dumb girls. And I hate even more guys who prefer to have sex with one of them, then to have a great conversation with a smart one (hey, not nerdy!)
I always believed one's bedroom depicted his personality. I believe it is true, indeed. However, for people like me, who dont have their own bedroom (I come and go. Dorm, and now, for the summer, a room at my mom's then, a room in Spain) this theory does not really work.
So, today, when unpacking my boxes from Indiana, I found so much. That box, was my tiny life. If you, without knowing me, opened that, you could say some about me.
Here's what I had:
Tons of dvds, A bible, a rosary, and an image of the Virgin Mary. A great number of pictures of my friends. (friends from Brazil, ex-boyfriends, dogs, etc). Love letters (I keep all of them.) Books (one which I never read, the other called "Nitty, Gritty, Grammar" and one of photography). A Spanish dictionary.
And more and more..........
I love movies. I am religious, I love my memories more than anything in this world. I love the idea of true love, soul mates and all that crap. I hate reading. (Except for school). And Spanish is in my blood.
However, I feel theres so much more in my personality. I am terrified of scorpions and spiders, I love having people messing with my hair, I hate dependent people, I am super supportive of gay rights, I would never wear real fur, I try to watch CNN every morning.
I am confused. So confused. All the time, and I dont know why. I bite my nails, I move my toes everytime I am in pain. I also love to hold someone's hands and squeeze the hell outta of them when I am nervous, in pain or I am laughing.
I love cooking. I completely love to hug people. My mom is my example.
I love to sleep in the same bed as my friends. I am more jealous of my friends than I was ever with any boyfriend. I try to keep a good friendship with my ex-boyfriends. I cry all the time, and I think it feels great. I go to bed late, every single night.
I read celebrity gossip too much. I love the smell of roses.
I have a passion for scented candles. I've done bad things that I will never regret of.
I kind of dont trust in men. I hate dumb girls. And I hate even more guys who prefer to have sex with one of them, then to have a great conversation with a smart one (hey, not nerdy!)
I am scared of driving, and scared to get too compromised with someone. However, I have my entire wedding planned (the dress, the flowers, the songs). I am liberal - oh so liberal. I call my mom when Im drunk and sick, when I get into a fight in a party or when i crash my car 3am.
I only trust in my mom and my sister in this whole world.
These are only some things about me. I would love to hear about others.. I dont know if anyone ever knew me that well - except for mama, of course - but I dont know. It takes time, patience and tolerance to know people truly - in my opinion.
Oh well. Its late. I better go to bed.
"Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings /And the drama queens /I'd like to think the best of me /Is still hiding / Up my sleeve" (John Mayer)
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