In some ways, I am the same, in other ways I’m completely different. I always thought that I was good at dealing with people and understanding their situations, and I can now see that I don’t always do. Which I didn’t think before. I can see that reality is far removed from my naïve 16-years-old perfection and I probably won’t get all my hopes and dreams…but what’s wrong with me trying? a degree of optimism and a hopefulness for the future and all I hold dear to me is refreshing. What is the point of ruling out options and give up before life even begins?
Charlie is such a clever boy and so close to his sister. He reminds me of the character Boo Radley, who in the novel is a kind innocent soul, a mockingbird who has done no harm to anyone. He reminds me a lot of my brother who a teacher once said ‘has not a single malicious bone in his body’. My brother once got so sick of someone accusing him of doing something he just agreed to it for the sake of peace. And that’s so much like Charlie in so many …show more content…
Everyone seems to know so much more and it’s easy to absorb people's good advice and their negativity at the same time. So, maybe it’s okay that I laugh like a child, maybe it’s okay that I run instead of walk, and maybe..just maybe it’s not so bad that I am a child and a woman at the same time and someone will respect me for that. On one hand, I almost want to be more sophisticated, I want to speak with class, walk like a lady, appear to have that finesse that few possess. But I want to want this for me, not for someone to want me. And that’s what scares