How Would I Describe Myself to Someone?

How Would I Describe Myself to Someone?

Well, this is a tough one, because I can barely describe myself to myself. But I’ll try.

I’m like Pandora’s box that’s better left unopened. But for those brave souls who dared to take a peek are still alive and well. The birds are still singing, the earth is still spinning, and life goes on.

On my lesser, complex side, I’m nice, kind, and considerate. I respect others and give one-thousand-and-one percent of myself in all that I do. I’m passionate, intuitive, and think and re-think my poor brain to death. If someone needs help, I suddenly grow another pair of hands. And I’m a pro at hiding my feelings, so you won’t know that behind my humor and laughter, I’m fighting a bloody war inside.

To be completely honest with you, I’m a barrel full of anxieties with a bunch of different names I can’t keep up with. Therefore, it’s difficult to describe myself to you when I don’t know which self I am at the moment. Am I my real self, or my pretend self? Just pick one, because I don’t know anymore.

It’s like this. I never know which self is going to wake up another self, and then another, till I’m in the middle of a bloody war with an army of combative selves that just won’t shut up and stop fighting. And if someone, in the midst of all this chaos, stupidly jerks on my chain, they’d better run because I’m 99% sure that I will bite them!

No! Of course, I don’t like being like this. It’s not like I sat on Santa’s lap and told him I wanted a cock-eyed brain for Christmas or begged my parents to buy me some new anxieties for my birthday!

So, let’s just keep Pandora’s box shut. Let’s lock it and throw away the key. I’m too exhausted trying to describe myself to you today. Maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or the middle of never!