There is shy, independent, baby sister me; emotional high school me; funny, stressed, happy college me; me on a Friday night or me on a Monday morning; me with my friends and family and me at work. All of those versions (and so many others) make up the whole, but sometimes it bothers me that most people will only ever see one version of me.There will be people who only interact with me once or twice and maybe I'll be having a terrible, no good day and they'll see and remember that not so lovely version of me. There will be people that, regardless of how much time and effort we both make, will never experience a version of me that works for them (and vice versa). There will also be those select few who will get a chance to see the whole package...and they will still love me, even when dealing with crazy, over-bearing control freak me.
I think that, in the end, people will see what they want to see. All I can do is remember that everyone is dealing with their own doubts, moods, fears, troubles, etc. and try to be the best version of myself regardless of those things.
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It's a little funny to think about this, isn't it? It's like how when you're out somewhere in public and you take a picture--you know how there are always random people in the background? I've wondered sometimes how many people have pictures in their scrapbooks with me in the background, totally oblivious. Those pictures are little imprints of me, and probably give a certain impression of me based on where it was taken and what I was doing at the time.
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