My Personality
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| You rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry, however you are sensitive about what others think of you. Your concern about rejection and ridicule cause you to feel shy and uncomfortable around others. You are easily embarrassed and often feel ashamed. Your fears that others will criticize or make fun of you are exaggerated and unrealistic, but your awkwardness and discomfort may make these fears a self-fulfilling prophecy. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. You tend not to express your emotions openly and are sometimes not even aware of your own feelings. You see no need for pretense or manipulation when dealing with others and are therefore candid, frank and sincere. People find it relatively easy to relate to you, however you do not particularly like helping other people. Requests for help feel like an imposition on your time. You are a reasonably organized person and like to have a certain amount of routine in your life. |
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But I do have to admit, sometimes I really dread helping people, especially when I'm in the middle of something, and when they expect so much out of me.
Recently I have been bumping into people I know (which in proper term would be 'acquaintances', but that word still seems too... close, and personal, to me), and being the shy person I am, don't say hi, or smile, or look in their way.
I always think people won't remember me, even if we've met twice or thrice. I just don't think I'm... memorable enough for people. Therefore I pretend to not see them, and avoid confrontation.
If I've ever done that to any of you reading this, sorry, but really la, I just don't think anyone would want to remember me. And also, I get really embarassed when (Oh, God-forbid) I get the wrong person. Not just wrong name, but wrong person altogether. I get so embarassed, I wouldn't know how to react, and will end up staring... staring... nervously laughing, and leave.
Once, I was walking around Petaling Street when someone tapped my shoulder.
I turned around to find a familiar face saying hello to me, I recognised her, but wasn't sure from where, so I said I was in a hurry, catch you later, bye.
After I left, I tried so hard remembering where I knew her from, and where have I seen her so many times before.
She was my aunt's maid. (I don't know what she was doing in Petaling Street, and since then I have never seen her again)
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