Human and Disturbed Young Member Essay

I do so loathe writing essays, especially a descriptive one, but for the grade I’ll just have do it. The topic I chose to write about as you read in the title is myself. To describe how I am and the way I am should prove an easy task. To explain why I am this way is a different story. Furious, despondent and hopeless I have felt, and have endured feelings similar for a rather long period of time. In the end, like it or not this essay will be completed. For starters, emotionally I am not considered a very cheery or content individual. My mood for half of an average day is cantankerous, or rather irritable. The other half is I would say filled with cheerless and heartbreaking misery. On the rare days that I am in high spirits, habitually my short ill temper will devastate my day along with anyone else’s if I am amongst others. I don’t seem to make nor keep friends very well due to my offensive attitude. I am moderately unpleasant to be around and somewhat unkind to those around me. One must realize that to be friends with me is reasonably difficult chore. Next, following my emotions is my state of mind. I regret to announce that the stability of my mentality is delicate and unreliable. Not to indicate that I am mentally ailing or handicapped nevertheless I do not speak of my brain literally for that is a stronger and different matter. I as a person am fragile and feeble although my faà §ade shows to the contrary. Pushed too hard and reluctantly I will not last for too long. I lack determination and willpower when it comes to my mind and aiding in its recuperation. I’d rather lock it all up inside and bury it deep down never to resurface again until it just detonates. Through my neglect, I have fractured my mind and made myself a very disturbed young member of society. Apart from all the consolers and therapists, my family tries to show their love and support. Though it doesn’t help much, I just put on a smile and present them with what they want to see. My brain on the other hand is stronger and more resilient than my mind or will. I once thought of myself as naà ¯ve and unaware of society as a whole growing up in a small town alone. People and their actions or what they said, even how they looked, was mysterious and unknown to me. Un-relatable I thought the human race to be. Moving to the very overpopulated city, I now realize that not only was I not naive, but that I knew more than I cared to know. All the same, all predictable, the only difference is that here I fit in because no one cares to notice. When you live in a town where everyone notices, one feels very inexperienced, childish almost under the watchful eyes of others. Growing up alone, one is obligated to solitude and when you are watching everyone else, observations are what one’s childhood is based on. From just examining a setting or situation, even people, I can analyze it and bring myself to hypothesis that ends up being fairly close to the actual occurrence . Experience wise, I am somewhat an aware young citizen of the community. Living my life has been no easy job although I’m sure the rest of the world feels the same. My skills learned throughout life are quite a handful. Book smarts was one of my highest assets and at one point based my life around it. I grew up with nothing but my books and thought they were everything I need and would ever need. In this world it’s better to fill your head with knowledge, for when all materialistic items have passed your brain still remains. To this day however I play the part of an idiot, truth be told it makes things far less complicated when they think you are an incompetent moron. Another motive behind my opinion that I was naà ¯ve was that I generally did not get along with kids my age. No matter how hard I tried, relating to them was a vast issue. I believed that I was too immature for them to relate to. Only came to discover that I was the one too mature for them. My circle of friends is a very small one and the people it consists of are all over the age of about twenty. For a reason unpronounced to me I get along famously hand in hand with them. Perhaps it is that their maturity is vastly to the contrary of any stubborn adolescent. I couldn’t hold a conversation with a fellow teen for any extended amount of time, even if I genuinely sought to. My motto now is that if they want to talk to me, they will get up and try. If they want to befriend me, they will make the effort. No longer will I strain myself trying to talk to someone who doesn’t give me the time of day nor upset myself when I’m alone again. In the end, along with a descriptive essay in full, I have expressed to thee my thoughts and my opinions. I am a seriously distressed human being with pretty severe mood swings. Incorporate my rigid attitude, weak state of mind, hidden knowledge and the combination is thick with incompatible components. Collaborate my experiences with the fact that I am now a stronger and better person through previous anguish, and I you have a very strong and resilient victim. Being accustom to seclusion was what made me such an awful person. I admit my mental health is perchance unstable and my maturity prohibits me to make teen friends on a substantial level. This is who Elisa Soto has molded into throughout time and I don’t regret to say I absolutely love her!