I think about it sometimes. I don’t think about my entire life, just one incident. I keep wondering that, had we never moved back to Alta (my hometown) many years ago, who would I be today? Would I still have the same best friend today as I did that time? Would I be one of the people I’ve come to dislike over the years? Would I have kept playing handball and gotten good at it? Would I study properly like I used to, like them, and graduated from school with great or at least decent grades? Hadn’t we moved, would I be someone determined and would I know what career to pursue? Would I be a ‘normal’ person and would my perspective be like everyone else’s? Not sticking out at all.
Or would I still become who I am today? The girl I was best friends with, would our friendship go sour and I’d end up as an outcast despite that I never was before? Would I befriend the same type of crazy people that I’ve befriended after we moved? Would I become a sarcastic, annoying, arrogant, self-conscious, anxious, introverted, cold, withdrawn, polite, shy, ironic, opinionated, angry person even if we never moved from that place? Would I still not know what to do of myself? Would I start liking all the things I like today, Japan, J-rock, K-pop, piercings, tattoos, art, books, movies, and such? Would I want to be more a boy than a girl?
If just that one incident had never occurred, or had it happened later. Would I have been a different person than who I am today? Or am I destined to be the way I am not matter what happens and how it happens? Am I me because this is how I'm supposed to be?
Mood: Hungry
Music: So far away - Staind
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