Don’t ask me about me!

“Don’t judge a book by its cover”, they say. So I’ll beg you not to judge me by my title because truth is, I suck at titles. By the way, whoever made the rule that an introductory post should precede all other posts when it comes to blogging?🤔

Not to sound rude or something but how am I even suppose to introduce myself to you when I barely know about me? except that, I am drop-dead gorgeous and sometimes smart(or so I like to think).

Not to worry, I’ll do you guys the honour of introducing myself but it will be from others’ perspectives because I exist in myself and thus, cannot judge myself firsthand.

To start with, my father thinks I’m smart and capable of making good decisions, he thinks I am his replica in the skin of a woman and sometimes, I almost believe it but I’m not half as smart as he is, so, nah. My mum thinks I’m a successful teenager (she’d never agree that I’m an adult😑) and she also thinks I’m cunning, don’t ask me why cause even I don’t know. My brother doesn’t even have a thought of me, lol, I doubt I’ve ever crossed his mind. That boy is too busy to have my time and sometimes I wish we never grew up🥺.

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My best friend thinks I’m strong and independent, although, he despises giving me compliments as he considers it a “gay act”(this boy legit sees me as a dude) he indirectly reminds me that I am a strong woman and that he loves that about me. My girlfriend, as I like to call her, thinks I’m an organized and disciplined person. A stranger I met online thinks I’m a good person, we’re past strangers now though. I remember him calling me the other day just to tell me how much of a good person I am and I also remember how I disgraced the Hard Girls Association as I let the tears fall right after the call, what a mess!

Lol, I just realized that I do have some things to say about myself after all, unlike the opinion most people have of me, I can be really shy. My knees get shaky sometimes when I have to address an audience and I get wet palms when I hold the mic. Every time I’m called upon to give a performance as a spoken word artiste or just speak to the congregation, I get cold feet and although, I know my lines and my art, I keep asking myself if I’m good enough and I bet you know the answer already.

As opposed to the “strong girl” notion that I give off, I still cry when everything gets too much for me. Not that I intend to but sometimes, I just can’t help it. I am a perfectionist and it has affected me in too many ways, both negatively and positively. I am an over-thinker by default and a happy child by birth. I am normalcy‘s worst nightmare in a person and a God-lover by virtue of my truth.

The fact remains, there are so many sides to me and one or multiple blog posts will never be able to do justice to that. It’s why I‘d never second the motion of starting with an introductory post or whatever it is called, plus I really do not know about me. Knowledge of me, by me, for me can never be fully acquired, so next time, Please! do not ask me about me.🙂

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