During Religion class, I asked my seatmate who is my blockmate, to read my name. Not the letters but my personality through my name. A lot of friends have already testified to the credibility of this friend of mine to read names accurately. SO, I decided to have my name read (after I had my crush’s name read, of course). The funny thing was, even though I can say that I know myself, I cannot assure you that I know myself very well. Yes, I may be doing whatever it is I’m doing but I won’t mind it. Maybe I’m confusing you but I guess it’s my gray area. After I had my name read, I discovered I have a lot of those “areas” than I ever knew.
Okay, back to that Religion class. While my friend was writing my name over and over again to get a feel of my name, the strokes of the letters and what they represent in my personality, I was actually nervous. And trust me, I felt my heart thumping. It’s funny, isn’t it? I mean, I have been with myself for sixteen years now and it felt like I was meeting someone new. A complete stranger. After a few minutes, she was ready to tell me what she found out. (read: I am not going to reveal here what she told me. It’s for me to know and for you to find out.) It was really freaky because everything she said was right. EVERYTHING. Including the traits that I didn’t know I had but when she told me I had them, I realized that she’s right.
Question of the day: Why is it that when you get to know a side of yourself you never knew existed, you get scared? It’s as if you’re a danger to yourself. I know I might seem weird and all, but it’s what I felt and I’m sure if you get to know a side of yourself you never knew existed, you’d freak out, too.
All I can say is that, I am weird and strange after all. Even if I’ve been with myself, and will be with myself ,for the rest of my life, I will never get to know the real me. And I don’t like that.
