Enraptured Reality

Phantasm. Bewilderment. Clairvoyance.

She

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Let me tell you a story about a girl named SHE.

SHE sings. SHE plays the guitar and the piano. SHE dances. SHE acts. SHE writes. SHE debates. SHE’s a petite young lady who has a lot of potentials inside of her. SHE loves making friends, really. SHE reaches out to people as much as she can, and whenever SHE gets into social complications, SHE always makes a way to settle things. SHE hates war, especially cold war. Not that SHE is kind of phlegmatic, (because actually, SHE’s choleric) but she really just hates conflicts.

Maybe the worst thing she ever did was the act that she tried to please everyone, and until now, she’s still trying to, as much as she can manage. And maybe, that’s one thing that others actually hate about her. Maybe she’s too nice? I don’t know. I know her but I guess I do not know her enough.

Maybe she’s an explicit extreme. She thinks overly about situations, making her overreact in a convicting manner. It’s her nature, though. She’s not the type of person who just lives without any purpose. In as much as she can find reasons for her to use her mind and continue living, she’ll continue thinking and reacting.

But I suppose she has already quite changed herself. She tries hard not to react anymore. Whenever I get to see her in times that I randomly search the room for the people’s activities, her nose is stuck on her phone or a book and reading novels. Well, I must say she thinks deeper compared to others – though she’s tactless.

I don’t know if I can consider her as someone who’s already matured enough to handle pranks. People tend to tease her because of her skin color. She doesn’t own a fair skin, and that’s one big thing that people make fun out of her. She didn’t reach five-feet – well, another thing. She’s owns a flat chest (considering the big ooh-ees of the others) – another thing. Is she ugly? NO. Definitely NOT.

She has already won a beauty contest, got an award of Most Photogenic, called “Pretty” by lots of sincere people, earned a lot of likes on her Facebook photos – stuff like that. She’s BEAUTIFUL, but I don’t think she knows it. She believes in it, though. And I suppose you guys know what’s the difference between “know” and “believe”, aside from the spelling, of course.

And hey, she’s sensitive. Really. She’ll get it right away when you have issues about her, but she’ll try to deal with it as if she doesn’t mind, though that doesn’t mean that she really doesn’t. She just believes that soon, things are going to be alright. Talk about her at her back as much as you want to, she won’t care because she believes that she doesn’t need to get her hands dirty because Karma will find a way, sooner or later.

She laughs with those pranks, but hey, it has limitations. She, like any other person, gets hurt. And she doesn’t talk back when she’s already pissed. She shuts up. The moment she keeps quiet, it just means that it’s already the end of her temper-control-moment, and she has already reached her boiling point.

She hates self-centered bitches. She hates those people who just do their things, not minding if they’re already hurting others.

She hates social-climbers. Well, she “can afford” things. Her family isn’t that rich, but even though they own “things”, they still live a simple lifestyle. That’s why she hates it when others act as if they have unlimited sources of money when in fact, she’s actually “richer” than them (if “rich” is actually the right term to use).

Too bad for her. For the moment, she lives in a world wherein self-centered bitches and social-climbers greatly exist.

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Author: Clau

A music junkie obsessed with coffee, books and writing erratic oeuvres

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