Magnetez
11-07-2010, 02:54 AM
...it's a weird thing to have to think but here's the deal. I kind of realized for sure today. I stayed at a girl's house last night, and stayed there all day today. About seven in the evening I get a phone call from my twin saying that he was having a party back at our house, and so me and the girl came to mine. I wasn't prepared for this party at all, mentally. I hadn't prepared myself. It's when I realized something that I had been suspicious of for a while...
...I create a personality and then consequentially act like it. I have no real identifiable human emotions inside me, and I instead seem to act out these emotions, I act how I feel a human being should act, and more-so how a human being I would want to be would act. I change my hairstyle so it's more like my chosen character, and then for months on end I become this person. I'm currently transitioning into a Clint Eastwood style persona. I didn't have Eastwood hair today entering the party, and so felt lost, without any personality to falll back on. I felt a strange feeling, like I was nothing more than skin and bones and blood and muscles, but with no personaltiy to fall back on that was the extent of my being.
So I quickly sorted myself out, and thought to myself how I wanted to be, and over a period of about half an hour, I did it. And then I was fine.
What do you reckon, o' wise old teenager fellows?
...I create a personality and then consequentially act like it. I have no real identifiable human emotions inside me, and I instead seem to act out these emotions, I act how I feel a human being should act, and more-so how a human being I would want to be would act. I change my hairstyle so it's more like my chosen character, and then for months on end I become this person. I'm currently transitioning into a Clint Eastwood style persona. I didn't have Eastwood hair today entering the party, and so felt lost, without any personality to falll back on. I felt a strange feeling, like I was nothing more than skin and bones and blood and muscles, but with no personaltiy to fall back on that was the extent of my being.
So I quickly sorted myself out, and thought to myself how I wanted to be, and over a period of about half an hour, I did it. And then I was fine.
What do you reckon, o' wise old teenager fellows?