I am Me
He sits in the back of the class, sitting and wondering. Thinking, about all of the chaos and confusion that surrounds him. He wonders why the rest of the class must be so boisterous. Why they seem to always want noise and turmoil? They are often angry with him because he refuses to join in with their mayhem.
Why can’t they just sit down, be still and listen.
Why does everything have to be such a commotion? Anarchy?
Does life really have to be so muddled?
They always look to him to join into their laments about teachers, principals and The Man. He understands why because to them he is a symbol of The Rebel. To them he seems to be the black sheep. To them he seems to be the Alpha Male.
Because he doesn’t look like them. He is not all white and pink and cuddly looking. HE has a black Mohawk with red trimming. To them he looks like the Rebel without a Cause.
They are so wrong.
He is not a rebel and he does have a cause. There is no confusion or angst about him. He knows what he wants.
He wants Order. Why does that seem so strange?
What kind of character are you?
Are you ambitious, quiet, helpful, needy, confident, shy, colorful, jovial, somber or restless?
Is your appearance a true reflection of who you are? Do you look quiet and sweet yet act unruly and tenacious?
Is your appearance a true reflection of who you are? Do you look rebellious and daring yet act angelic and amenable?
What is in a look?