Why is it that I supposedly STILL have this aura of "innocence"?. I thought I'd shrugged that off years ago when I, well, grew up. I seem to be continually treated like a kid, as if I don't understand matters of the world. (Okay some things remain confusing BUT) I think I've matured thankyouverymuch. Give me some credit. I'm not longer that naive, ignorant Year 7 girl that moved here in 2008.
But what is it? My face? Short height? Mannerisms? The way I speak? How I dress? What is it that keeps me trapped in this persona of "innocence"?! Whatever it is, I want to know. So I at least understand the reason people don't take me seriously and disregard me as a child. Am I forever to be stuck in this suffocating box, labelled as the "nice, good, Christian girl". I mean, yeah, being nice and good is great. And I'm proud of the fact that I'm Christian. But I'd like to think I'm more than that, that there's more to me than plain niceness.
Because really, what's so freaking fantastic about being nice? Nothing. There's no depth to it. It's a shallow, surface appearance. Nice. It's completely insignificant, a word people throw around when they want to use an adjective for the sake of using and adjective. It describes nothing. "Oh, that's nice" "Nice shirt" "She's nice". Ugh. I might just be developing a dislike for the N word.
Resilient, kind, beautiful, engaging, thoughtful, considerate, strong, sincere, courageous. Why not use those words? They carry so much more meaning.
Frustrated,
Erica
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