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Monday, September 19, 2005

Napolean and Me

So i was recently told that I was intimidating...on two separate occasions. One was from a couple other physics majors, so I am not sure if they were kidding or not. The other occasions was from my very own boy.
I found myself drawn aback by these revelations. Me? Intimidating? Im sure the first thought of fear that strikes the heart of a child is a 103 lb, 5ft tall redhead. Besides dressing up my cats for tea parties, i don't remember doing much with fear tactics in my 21 years of life. (And who's to say the cats DIDN'T secretly love tea parties and just wanted to be dressed up?)
I find it odd that the person who has seen me at my all time low, crying in a ball like an infant, could still find me intimidating. I must have some mad skills.
Sure, I can be brash, rude at times even. I am careful to keep myself in check around those I don't know. But, at my core, there is a fear, an insecurity of which I am strongly aware. I want very much to be liked, to have a good relationship with my father and fantasitic tea parties with my two very old cats.
I am just like everyone else: completely dependent on the creatures around me, while trying to pretend that I am not.