Who am I?
Palamoonin is fond of eating. But she is not overweight. She just eats when she is happy or depressed (which happens most of the time)
I am hopeless—well, actually, I am hopeful. I am hopeful that I can finish this reflection paper before my ideas go down the drain and all the adjectives I know that describe myself will be erased from the pits of history.
My brain is almost frying because of this relevant matter—the question is still ringing in my head: “Who the heck am I? Am I just some average girl trying to find her place in this earth or do I want to stand out from everyone and prove my worth?” Truth be told, I only know this girl, a college student taking up BSN, aspiring to live a peaceful life and die with dignity.
Honestly it’s hard to evaluate yourself because you not only get your own view but the views of others about yourself too—for short, you aren’t the only judge. People might even know stuff about yourself that you didn’t even care to notice. Believe me; I have gone through that over and out myself. So according to all the data I’ve gathered about myself, I have come to realize that I am not only stubborn and pigheaded, but I am also tactless—and in denial about it.
If I lived in a different body, with a different personality and a “new” me, and I see my “old” self, I would have to say that this girl is actually lost in transition—literally. Nevertheless, this gal who’s sensitive to people’s opinions will have to need a slap back to reality’s critics.
Consequently, when you say Joyce, people actually ask, “this Chidori or the Chidori from section blah, blah or Chidori the actress?” When you say the full name, people then nod and utter “Oh… right. It’s that Chidori.” However who is ‘that Chidori’ they are pertaining about? Of course that’s me—But who am I? Hence, we go back to the question again.
This is the reason why I hated topics describing who I am. I could memorize all the adjectives out there but still have the difficulty which one to use. I know I am labile. I can be very understanding. I am usually talkative, so on and so forth—but there’s always something missing. Moreover I still don’t know what it is and I have to figure it out.
When I looked at the mirror this morning, I realized that I have to conclude this reflection paper. There I looked at myself, all messed up and fresh from my nightmare. I glanced at my face, half of it covered with my muddled hair. Then and there I knew how I should end this. I’m a girl who only knows half of herself, the other half of her is yet for me to discover…
*As of now she is palamoonin. She is also Chidori.
Palamoonin is a big eater.
Chidori is a sadist.
And that’s not all there is to it.
