My name you will most likely never know. You may call me “L”. Now, some may find me a bit awkward. I’m very sensitive, and choose to be incognito I appear rather disheveled, my hair usually quite a mess, and you may even notice my bare feet, plain attire, and dark rings under my eyes. I spend much too much time thinking to myself to get a good night’s sleep.
My intelligence may be portrayed in many ways, though purposely at first appearance, I seem rather foolish and irrational, to an extent. I tend to second-guess things, and I’m very analytical, copying to the last detail every bit of information. I remember a time where I was particularly focused on a one and a half square inch of my skin in the exact middle of my left palm, seeing every wrinkle and how it related to the type of work I do. I’m proud to say that I’ve found I type so much, my hands wrinkle to fit the keyboard.
I tend to crouch rather than sit, my body at the edge of a chair, knees tucked under my chin. Why the strange posture, you ask? Well, It’s rather comfortable, and besides, if I sit normally, my reasoning skills drop about 40%.. Speaking of tests, every day is a challenge, like a rubik’s cube, and to fuel that bundle of gray matter in my skull, I need lots of food.
I usually only eat sweets, ranging from desserts to fruits, to putting mountains of sugar in my tea until the crystals pile at the bottom even after being stirred. I seem to have an inempt sense of timing when I eat, since this usually occurs during meetings. Still, no one seems to mind, so it’s of no matter. I tend to hold things delicately, but don’t get me wrong. -L
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