The Many Sides of Me
Many sides make up who I am. No one side is more dominant than any other, none are fake (which is why I just barely pass as “polite” in the corporate world, and that is with my big fat mouth clenched shut and my fingernails digging into my palm), all are significant in my identity as a whole.
I’m not talking about this like someone with multiple-personality disorder, but as a normal person with different sides/faces/personas she shows the world depending on the situation and her mood. I’m moody as hell (normal for people suffering depression, my therapist tells me. thanks, buddy. Can I get a discount on my session for such nuggets of wisdom?), which is just one reason I am cursed by being so utterly charming.
