One of the
things I do my best every day of my life is to be nice. It has taken
years of practice, but it’s finally at a point where I dare say
that I’m overall a nice person.
My strongest point, I feel, is my sense of politeness. While I am an honest person - sometimes maybe too much so - I still try not to sound too harsh. I greet people I know when I see them. I thank people when it’s necessary. I apologize where seen fit to do so.
“Polite” is, in fact, another fairly common word I hear people describe me with. I like to leave a good first impression. After all, those are what count, aren’t they?
Speaking of which, I’m still trying my damnedest to decipher how that freshman girl meant to deliver her description of me. Did she see my relative quietness as a good thing? Did she see it as a bad thing? Was she neutral about it?
I guess I’ll have to ask her personally. I hate having questions left unanswered.
Anyway, as nice as I try to be as a person, there are times I “break character”, both voluntarily and involuntarily. For some reason, I feel as though the former type occurs more commonly. Then again, I might be wrong. But there are times I feel the conscious need to break character. Thankfully, though, those situations are fairly rare.
If I break character involuntarily, the most likely reason for it is that I’m angry about something. Too angry to bother pretending otherwise, but then, I hate pretending anyway.
Overall, though, I’m a nice person. Or I like to think of myself as one, at least. In any case, the testimonies are no lie. If people’s first impressions concur with my impression of myself, I can say I’ve succeeded in something.