...Caring way to much about which 'box' I can fit into.
Tomboy? Sensitive? Artistic? Dramatic? Saucy? Sweet? A wit? A fun-lover? Mature? Intellectual? Outgoing? Contrary? Spontaneous? Logical?
All these things and their opposites-- I think about them often. I obsess about how I want to be perceived.
Why do I obsess about the one-word boxes? As soon as I find one that I think fits and that I like, I outgrow it and begin to hate it.
It's an addicting little past time, to be sure, boxing myself up in inspiring words. I'm not sure I'll leave it entirely. I hope some of my little box words will always fit, like, "Adventurer." In fact, I have a growing list of them on my sidebar.
But the little boxes are not the final word. I won't let them become such a defining aspect of me that I can't grow... can't just be.
I sometimes find it hard to distinguish what I want to be with how I currently am. I think this is what is so exciting about the word boxes. It's like setting a goal for yourself and then becoming it.
In many ways, I think that's just a large part of being a teenager, and I'm not supposed to abandon the process absolutely.
My. My Logic teacher ---that is to say, my textbook--- would be frowning at me at this point. I've made several fallacies in this rambling, I'm sure of it. Even more circles.
Usually I try to pride myself of being coherent. Oh well.
Rambling ends here.