These days there's hardly anything to lament/bitch/whore about. Every single detail sort of slips away the minute you recall it. Lest the remarks/comments everyone of us indulges in just for that moment.

I was going through some random character map thingy I did recently, and I realised, from the results shown, that I have portrayed a myriad of attributes to so many. In that instant, what I gathered was, either no one (even in the faintest sense) knows me, or *gasp* I don't know what I have made myself known to others. In a sense, I can't even tell for myself (from others) who I truly am. It is a disturbing thought.

For the longest time, I have come to terms to being that character I put on to showcase to the world. Some call me simple and relaxed, some say I'm quiet and complex, a couple feel I make a good listening ear, while others find me uncouth, aloof and vulgar. It truly astounds me, that even though these traits are totally random or even done haphazardly, that the difference between them are that extreme.

On a hind side, this is just another silly way of getting your friends to rate (judge?) you. In fact, I shouldn't be too affected by this. Its just that, when the situation is being raised, the waylaid dictations by your fellow peers are so much more perchant than you actually finding out for yourself. It saddens me to a point, when I can't even meekly muster a few constants. (Notwithstanding all the weaker points lah)

At least, in a broader sense, I can still recognise my own reflection. Ha.