Just being me...
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No one knows everything about me...and few will ever get that chance.No, I am not being cocky...But there are few people who can say that they truly know me... the real me.I don't feel like they are "lucky", but definetly special in my eyes.I am like a book... with many chapters...almost like a novel.I am a combination of a thriller, a romance, a horror, a comedy, and tragedy...and at times I can be like one of those very odd Sci-Fi books. I am different...and proud of it. I am not like you, like your friends, or like anyone else you will ever meet...mainly because I am myself.And I do not know how to be anything other than that...And, to be honest, I do not want to be something I'm not.I'm loud and blunt, and sometimes emotional...too emotional.I wear my heart on my sleeve and I have had my heart broken.I am sincere. I am 6'2, but terrified of heights. I love the color brown.I appreciate life and the people that are in it.I have strange hobbies...not strange to me, but you may think I'm odd.I eat the chocolate off my m&ms and eat the peanuts last.I rarely shave my legs.I want to have children...I just want to afford them.I'm self-conscious. I think I am beautiful.I love to dance...when no one is watching... because it makes me happy.I love to sing even though I am off tune...I love to talk.Communication is very important to me.I have kissed boys, I have kissed girls. I hate basketball! It is helped me get through college but I hate it.I like attention.I hate rumors.My best friend...I do not have one.I have a handful of really amazing friends... Don't judge me.I will not judge you... I may not agree with you, but I will listen...I will hear you out.I love being sexual, but I am no whore.I am friendly, but not a flirt.I like to walk... outside, away from it all... it gives me time to think...think about my life and my future.It is very therapeutic.I want to learn how to tap dance... I want to travel.I refuse to be unhappy. Sometimes I feel like unhappiness follows me...and that being miserable is something I do best, like an art form I have mastered but I refuse to let that be the story of my life.I am not better than anyone... And NO ONE is any better than me.I am strong and independent, yet I can be weak and needy... I am a little OCD.I organize my table at restaraunts, but some people think its cute.I have lied.I am not perfect.I have been in a fight, but I am a lover. I have been a bitch. I have been naive.I have cheated and I have stole.I have been lied to, been cheated on, and had things stolen from me.I have loved, I have hated, I have had my heart broken... I have made decisions, I don't want to call them mistakes because they happened for a reason...I have lost important people.I am straight, I am bi, I am gay...and that is my business-NOT YOURS!I am afraid of the dark.I can fish.I have watched someone die.I drink...too much sometimes.I have smoked, but I am not a smoker.I am bitter that my parents are divorced.I want to be successful and my biggest fear is dying alone. I am moody and demanding.I want to live life to the fullest, never regretting a thing.I am my own person.I am obsessed with being on time and following a schedule.I am the most selfish person I know, and I can't change. My father is my best guy friend.I want to live to be 100.I want to be me.That's all I can be...
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Well, I wasn’t sure what to think about or critique about the writing aspect of this piece because it’s obviously so personal. I understand it is what it is. I was just wondering if perhaps you thought about it more since you put your thoughts to paper.
Rearranged, reduced and written differently you could make it a poem. Develop it more and you could make quite the story many can relate to. Or just keep it as is because that’s the way it’s meant.
I’m just saying that there is the potential for a more elaborated story in your midst. It’s all up to you. You’ve went out on a limb but stopped half way. Perhaps this is something you’d like to explore -I don’t know. As a reader I find myself wanting to hear why your life is like a comedy, romance, horror, tragedy and Sci-Fi like. What brought you to both hate and rely on Basketball? What was it like -your first experience kissing boy’s and girl’s. Why are you terrified of heights? What are your strange hobbies? What causes your dad to be your best friend? Why do you like Brown of all colors?
You came closest to story-like conditions with the following line:
Sometimes I feel like unhappiness follows me...and that being miserable is something I do best, like an art form I have mastered but I refuse to let that be the story of my life.
I didn’t write this to offend or pry. Just wondering is all.
I'm sorry, but i felt like i needed to do more than just give Dylan a 5 star rating on his critique. I have to chime in and say that i felt exactly the same way Dylan did. I think that you could develop this into a story, as I'm am very captivated by biograpy, not for the pure facts of your life, but to understand the thinking that led you to where and who and what you are. I'd love to see you develop a sort of "story of your life".
I'm going to agree that this would make a great poem, but please don't ever use an ellipsis again. It just becomes old, boring, unintelligent filler. There are times when writing doesn't need to physically trail off, because the voice that you write in will do that itself. Other times, there are much more mature forms of punctuation to use. Ellipses = awful, please no.
This would make a much better poem than a short story or novel, and here's why-- as nice and refreshing and self-satisfying as it is to sit down and write about yourself and figure out things about yourself in the process, it turns out that you're pretty much just like everyone else. Everyone else has quirks that they would write about in a short little essay/blurb/I'm not sure what to call this. Make it into a novel, and you're just jerking yourself off onto paper. Make a poem, and it's something concise and meaningful that people can relate to. A poem is short enough to be enjoyable, but a novel would be absolutely too much sitting around and finding yourself special. I, at least, would get bored of it very quickly.
This piece that you have here could is currently at a great length-- it could be shortened, and still retain it's meaning. Any longer, though, and you'd lose many people's interest.



Thanks for sharing your story, Lauren! I'm really into biographies. I am rearely content to not know the author of a work that I love. At one time in my life, not so long ago, I hated knowing about the author of the great work. (I know I'm echoing a sentiment from some book.....The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, I think) Because I would read something great and beautiful and perfect and then find out the author was a child molestor or an alcoholic, or whatever. And that would really depress me.
But now it doesn't bother me. It now inspires me to see such beauty, such....perfection come from some wretched humans. I think that it is vital that we realize both...1. we are flawed 2 we are capable of greatness. That's the human story in my view. Anyways, I'm more rambling than critiquing now. I just wanted to let you know that I still love you even though you hate basketball!