Writers (specially if he or she is a very good one) know how to twist or exaggerate some facts about themselves to make them sound more likeable. Giving off a different impression to their readers that are far from who they really are in real life.
I’m not sure what kind of impression I’m giving off with my posts but let me tell you, some of them may not be true. I’ll tell you what kind of person I really am.
Believe it or not, I am a quiet guy. I’m more of a listener than a talker. Maybe because I’m not that good of a storyteller. I could tell you the most exciting thing that happened in my life, and I won’t fail to make you feel bored. I don’t know. Ask me to write that story and I’ll be able to make it look more alive and colorful, but I’m not that good in telling it. There are people who’re born like that I guess. But. And that’s a big but. Once you get to know me better or if we have something in common, that would make me talk more. I really have alot to say, I guess it just depends if I know the person will be interested in it or not.
I’ll outright say it. I am a snob. Really. I’m kidding. That’s the perception about me because first of all I’m quiet. And I often look serious. I do know how to smile, and I’m mighty approachable. But the thing is, deep down I’m really a shy person. I’m an introvert, and people tend to misinterpret that into being a snob. I guess I just don’t like to make the first move. Maybe I’m afraid to get turned down when I try to talk to someone.
Gillboard would like to think he’s good-looking. Confidence within could be felt outside. I know I tell stories of people who get attracted to me, which I turn down (even if I know I’ll never end up with anyone as good looking as they were), they’re true by the way, but I’m not that attractive. Maybe a little. Probably if I weigh less. Definitely if I decide to pamper myself more. I’m not vain and I like to keep my life uncomplicated, and if people see that as me not caring for myself. I don’t really care. I’m smart.
I am and I’m proud of that. Even if sometimes that means people get to push me over. I believe in karma. What goes around comes around. I’m already 30. If by now I don’t know how to understand and cope with people’s different personalities, I’ll never learn. But like I said, I’m a nice guy. I am generous to my friends or to people I’d like to become friends with. I give way to other people in lines, in almost anything (unless it’s related with money). I share my things, my food, my clothes, sometimes cash (but I don’t lend more than 100 bucks to people unless I trust that person).
NAUGHTY. Call him what you want, but I am still a man. I sometimes let my disco stick do the thinking. I’m sometimes weak. Nuff said.