My Identity: A Short Story

Since I am not confident on what the two-ness of my identity is, I asked some of my friends different questions about what they think of me, and compared their thoughts to what I think of myself. I asked two of my close friends two questions. What they thought of me when they first met me or before they knew me well, and what they think of me now. I asked two of my other friends, who I’m not as close with, what they think of me now, and what they thought about me when we first met.
My closest friend, Lilly said that her first impression of me, which was in 5th grade, was that she thought I was “super annoying and mean”. When I asked her what she thinks of me now, she described me as, “The funniest and most caring person. Really nice but sad. Helpful.” Another one of my closest friends is Mikayla, and her first impression of me was that I was “Super cool but doesn’t like people, but I really wanted to be friends with her. She seemed like she didn’t want to be friends with anyone.” Her impression …show more content…
My mom calls me “manic” too. I lash out at people, I’ll start swearing unintentionally, I’ve actually thrown objects at people or at the floors or walls. One day when I came home from school my mom asked me how my day was and I told her to shut up. Actually, that’s happened way more than one time, with various rude responses. I have no filter whatsoever. I’ve noticed that I’m like this the most at my house. My siblings and parents just don’t seem to care how much they bother me, and they know that they’re going to get a reaction out of me.
I have two immensely different mindsets, and some smaller ones. To sum up the two large ones into smaller descriptions, I’ll just say happy and sad. When I’m happy, I have completely different views and opinions on myself and everything else as opposed to when I’m sad. Most people can tell whether I’m happy or sad, though most people can’t tell to the extent on which I am feeling