You know how not one person is the same? We don’t look the same. We don’t act the same. We don’t speak the same way. We don’t like the same things. We are different.
Take my mum and my auntie. They are twins. Identical in fact. Well, they were when they were tiny, but a person’s choices impact how they appear over time. It impacts who they are over time. My Mum has honey-brown locks, hates makeup, loves dogs, gardening and generally being outside. Julie likes makeup, has blonde hair, wears glasses sometimes, also loves dogs and gardening. There are similarities but there are differences too.
Take me. Yes, me.
I’m a 23 year-old, 5″6, size 16/14 (most popular first) Aquarius. I am hourglass shaped, with green eyes, brunette hair that has a tendency to embrace its copper tones. I have size seven feet. I’m aware that makes them huge. I don’t like fish but I do like carbs. Racism and rudeness make me see red. I don’t like being cold, but I don’t like having hot feet. I would wear flip flops all the time if I could. If you bully someone I don’t like you by proxy. I’m attracted to tall, dark and handsome men. Blonde men, not so much. I love music, but not heavy metal or depressing songs. I find indie music a bit samey. I like musicals. I sing all the time. But oddly not in the shower. I like most things in the shade of pink. I tend to hit octaves only dogs can hear when I talk sometimes. I’m insecure. If you’re beautiful you probably intimidate me. I have an obsession with cleaning and tidying. I like organisation. If you’re messy, would you please tidy up? I love coffee, hate tea. I’m very honest, but not opinionated with it, I just like to have my say, but I don’t mind if you disagree. I do mind if you try and force your opinion on me though. Sod off. I’m a big family girl. I love my friends, but I don’t have many I can actually call ‘friends’ – as in, not that girl you met on holiday and knew for a week when you were 14. You don’t tend to have many chances with me – one strike and you’re out. I don’t get jokes of the creative variety. I do get sarcasm. Am very sarcastic. I make myself laugh more than anyone else, but I don’t consider myself to be funny in general. I love to read. I love to write. I’m very competitive. But hardworking too. I’m an optimist. My glass is always half full, if not full. I love white, rose, and red wine, in that order. I love lager. I don’t like sweet alcoholic drinks too much. Southern Comfort makes me want to puke up a bit and then pour the remainder of my glass into a plant pot. I love Jack Daniels, the drink, I don’t know a man named Jack Daniels. Romantic comedies are my thing. I will watch anything though. But not football. This is boring. Even though I supposedly support Liverpool and Manchester United. Yes, both. I’m a dog person, but I love cats. I love most animals, but not snakes or sharks or anything that might bite me. I get more excited over bags than I do shoes. I struggle to walk in heels. There are men that can walk in heels better than I can. I have premature arthritis. This could be why. I was born with a cleft palate and Marshall Stickler Syndrome. You can Google that if you like. Don’t worry, I’m fine though. I love Facebook. I love Twitter. I love blogging. I hate Google+, I don’t get it. I don’t get Lady Gaga either. Lazy people annoy me so much. SO much. I believe in love. I don’t believe in ‘the one.’ My idols are my parents. I want to get married and have a daughter called Ava and a son called William, I think. I love air freshener. I hate the smell of sweaty feet and BO. I don’t imagine anyone likes those smells to be honest. I want to visit Italy desperately. One day I will. I like sleeping. Lots. Exercise doesn’t come naturally to me, but I try really hard. I’m a softie. It’s not hard to make me cry. I’m possibly quite irritating. This is because I am quite loud and possibly over-bubbly. I’m Charlotte Louise Taylor. Nice to meet you.
After reading this, your opinion of me will have changed. You may like me more. You may like me less. Isn’t it funny how that works. The reality is, I’m just the same as I was ten minutes ago. It isn’t intentional. It’s just how we are wired. We can’t help it. Some people can compartmentalise their thoughts and feelings somewhere safe, others HAVE to disagree, openly. I agree, to disagree. Can we stop arguing now please?
This post was inspired by lots of things, but mostly because, I am who I am and I can’t change that. I’m happy in my own skin for the most part. I think we should allow that of people. Don’t you?
Now tell me, who are you?