This is like, verneshot explosion of vagueness compressed into a Blogger post. So be forewarned.
If it's one thing I pride my family in, it's their way of interpreting people. They [and hopefully this means me as well] are good at making out people, no matter how vague that person embodies. Granted, it's not the best skill in the world there's nothing ever good about sensing who's an arsehole from a mile away but mehhh, it's good to know how to work with different people. That said, it's no wonder why we're so stoic to each other sometimes.
And if it's another thing I've learned in my 16+ years of living, it's about myself. I learned a lot about myself. What I am, who I'm gonna be, what do I come across as etc etc.
My grandmother said I was stubborn, determined, that I followed my mind over my heart. I don't believe things I until I see them, and am pragmatic. There's truth in that. She said I'll survive.
My mother said I'm irresponsible when it comes to myself, but responsible when it comes to other people. I help even if I bicker, and most of the time, I do just for the sake of feeling nice. It's a trait that I got from my dad.
My sister says I have a deep contempt towards those who are pampered and spoilt to the core. The ones who can't stand up for themselves. I'm withdrawn when it comes to real feeling. According to her, I wouldn't mind defending them, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let them go that easily. Cut short, I contradict myself when I say I like helping, but at the same time HATE HATE HATE spoonfed people.
Daddy says I was an intelligent little kid but he might want to reconsider that now. He also said, I'm way too judgemental for my own good. I admit, there's a colossal amount of truth to that.
Point is. I'm a judgemental realist. I rely a heckload on preconceived notions and when I'm proven wrong, I hate it. I'll survive in the harsh real world because I'm ready for the breakdown and uplifts. I have a fucking god+messiah-complex. I'm not whimsical, I'm 5000 gallons on pragmatism compressed into a 5'4 43kgs dudette. I rely on my left [thanks Joyce] brain since I'm logic-based like that. I have my own farcical little beliefs, but I balance them out. I believe in God, demons, spirits, afterlife, a parallel universe, that lightning doesn't strike the same place twice.
Note. Maybe yeah, some of us aren't the best people when it comes to dealing with problems. Hell, I certainly am not.
I've met people who are special. The ones who can feel what no other person can. It's not a sixth sense because if you think about it hard enough, everyone has a sixth sense. Everyone CAN feel that presence. Even a pragmatic chump like me. But hell, you don't see me parading around shouting about my Casper. -_-
I've come across a lotta people like that before. Even my sister's like that. She sees things, and her dreams, guddammit, you'd be shocked at how perfectly accurate they are. Come to think of it, she did dream that my brother died, she prayed so fricking hard that it wasn't true but :|, it was.
Andddd about school.
*shrugs* It's interesting to watch. But I will not deny that I'm skeptical about it. Maybe some of that intuitive traits from my family got passed down, and that yes, I can make out someone's character. I know for a fact that my deskmate is good at it ;) Perhaps I'm right. Or wrong. Most of time, I'm right about someone. But maybe this time, my ego's about to experience a huge collision course with the real world. We're not ALWAYS right.
Till that day happens, let me live with my condescending, supposed know-it-all, over-opinionated, hypocritically nice self, okay? I'm a class A asshole at best. Still, do I sound like I would care even if my ego did get a dent?
No? No.
Mini rant. How hypocritical can people get? They're worse than me -_-
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