My entire life is an exercise in characterization.
Because really, who wants to risk being boring?
It makes much more sense to act like a crazy person, if that will make things more interesting.
Or to dramatize your emotions far passed their actual intensities, in order to keep up with any attributes that you have previously assigned yourself, and to ensure that people believe you to be a manic ball of spit-fire and passion at all times.
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please. (Thank you, Avril Lavigne. My current mental state is forever indebted to you.)
Quick descriptors, with a two-word maximum (unless some bizarre simile is being employed), are the only acceptable method with which one's personality can be made known to others.
Because it's very important that others see you as exactly whom you wish them to see.
God forbid they see something in you that you didn't put there.
God forbid you ever mistakenly acquire any trait you haven't previously deemed "acceptable".
God forbid anyone ever call you normal.
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