Personal Narrative: Oddball Personality

I shall say my black and white personality, I humbly proclaim, was put to a test in the beginning of this school year. But I cannot blame the Creator for giving me an oddball personality that the majority of my schoolmates population are not gifted with. I am audacious, but I hold vehement resent towards irrational risk-taker or people that, with personal feelings involved, come up with quixotic solutions that disrespect the formality.

However, there is a huge gap between knowing just something and putting it into practice. Just as much as it is the difference between seeing Kyrie Irving pulling off a crossover, and when I do it - I end up demoralized in front of the crowd as my pants ripped off and the ball flew all the way to China. Call

Similarly, my inner self was dying but no one was helping to save me from the ditch. Though the conflicts I avoided throughout these years had been killing my audacity bit by bit, and seemed as if one day I will become a wicked psychopath, it is said God will save those that are worthy. Maybe it is true as the gist of this very conflict in the beginning of Grade 12 somehow gave off a serendipitous vibe; it is one that will be the difference between my demotion to hell or promotion to heaven in purgatory. With all due respect, I have hated activities that promote class participation, and so-called ‘unity’, earnestly. If I better allocate my time in perfecting this English essay instead, does the class think I have the darn time to be a waitress and serve lemonade to kids for fundraising, when in fact, my life has been bitter enough already and needs an emotional fundraiser too? Do you think I will risk the stakes, end up with a low score on this English essay, and having to flip burgers for my entire life? Now even worse, the few geniuses came up with a policy that will charge $200 HKD per time I fail to serve ‘those lemonades’. Enraged and feeling as if I am a fearless immortal entity that will about to cast the wrath extending the entire Hong Kong, then only to realize God will yet witness another

The latter three qualities which I now live by stepping out of the comfort zone, while keeping my black-and-white personality. I no longer eat alone — if the imaginary friend was considered a human entity— for lunch, but with actual friends in parallel space. This time, the leap of faith I was inspired by my friend made me become an astronaut to explore the other side of the moon as the world would put it; the side I had been all this time feeling too overwhelmed and afraid to embrace. The denial of a greater self I am entitled to have, and the very lies of the Serpent which made me believe it was my personality issue that opened the Pandora’s box to many emotional wreckage and unparalleled measure of neuroticism. If it is not for this chap, I may have waited until the winter of my life and still fail to enter the unknown territory to find out my true