OOC Post...

So... OOCly, I'm in brigits_flame. And today's Chatter Post was about this poem and the question: How do you choose between your flashlight and the dark places beyond?


and...this is my answer:

Honestly, the short answer is that it's always on, even when I claim it's off.

I have...little faith in humanity. I think part of this is thanks to my homelife and the homelife of my significant other's not being all that pleasant. There's neglect in my boyfriend's life...and for me, I've been the daughter on the pedestal. The Mulan of the family. The one who wants desperately to forge her own role, but instead tends to bumble in her parents requests. If only because "honor is a virtue". I'm everything my parents don't believe in... but I try SO hard.

I claim to be openminded, but more and more often... I'm afraid to step outside the tiny box I've given myself. I make friends with a lot of people. I disclose a lot of stuff. But, I'm not necessarily OPEN to what people are. I still shudder when I see the marks of people who are suicidal. I still shy away of people with a different skin color. ._. I jump when people are more outgoing than me.

sounds kinda like a few someones doesn't it?