“I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.” - Lemony Snicket

 

These days, I often wonder what I would do if I met myself in someone else’s shoes. Maybe, I'll have the same impression as what most people around me thought at first; timid, meek, and mahinhin. Would myself want to befriend me? Probably after a couple of random conversations, or instantly when there is an outburst of fangirling on books, series, song, bible verse, or even a celebrity. Or maybe not, because my self would be brisking along the hallway after a day of lectures to breathe in her own company in McDonald’s. If I were to befriend myself, I  think  it wouldn't be a good idea at all because I’m introspective. I live on the dramas and joys of my parallel universe, thus, it’s safe to say that I space out a lot and can write a whole book about the stories and songs  I weave in my mind. I’m weird, and when I say I’m weird, I mean I’m weird, an oddball out of the normalcy that makes up the whole portion of the earth. 

 

Would you like to be friends with someone who believes in cheesy stuff such as meeting your soulmate in cafes, the LRT/jeepney/cabs, or just lurking around then one day suddenly hitting you with hundreds of unknown emotions. Would you like to be friends with someone who takes up a lot of space when dancing but also makes the most mistakes. Or would you like to be friends with someone who watches study, asmr, and mukbang vlogs while on a break from the pile of academic workload (soon to be corporate world-related workload)? Would you?

 

See? I’m strange. I may appear to be timid, but most of the time, I speak heavy words in a passive-aggressive manner with the slightest error in my output, when things don’t go well as planned, or when some people don't do what I say (family excluded). Those are not good, and I’m not proud of it. I’m praying for it, and working on it, but see? I’m that flawed. And to be honest, seeing a few people witnessing these behaviors makes me feel ashamed. It’s like, if I were to have a memory eraser pen, I would surely feel the obligation to point it to them like those in Men in Black movies. 

 

If I were to meet myself in another perspective, maybe I’ll try to get past the barriers of awkward hello and goodbyes, and read some of the book  recommendations in her social media, because then, the  idea of superficial singularity she appears on the surface would be washed away by the dimensions she is encapsulated with through words, pen, and songs.