Chameleon

I'm beginning to realize that I am very good at adapting to situations. I mirror whoever I'm with--which is why I'm confused and uncomfortable in a group of strangers. On personality quizzes, I never have straight answers. I'm abstract and concrete, spontaneous and predictable, logical and empathetic, solitary and social. My temperament seems to change by the day.

And yet, I never feel that I'm not being true to who I am. Like a chameleon, I change to fit my surroundings--but I'm still me.

I love being with other people, making new connections, performing. I also enjoy alone time. But I can't be alone too long, or I'll get depressed and crave human contact. I am logical and disciplined in my thoughts and behaviour. But sometimes I just throw things all over my apartment and eat chocolate instead of real food. I'm fascinated with poetry and art because there are individual perceptions that create different (but equally correct) interpretations, yet I find comfort in the solidarity of math, where 2 and 2 make 4 no matter who is adding them together. Sometimes my OCD takes over and makes me freak out over hair on my bathroom floor, and other times I can eat 3 day old chicken nuggets without flinching. I only believe in having reasonable emotions, but many of my feelings have no apparent cause. I get annoyed by other people's drama but am overcome when I see someone in need.

I have so many interests and quirks, I can relate to everyone. But at the same time, it feels like nobody relates to me because I can only show one side of myself to them.


It's rather confusing being me.

I'm not sure why I just wrote all this.
Oh well. I'll post it anyway.