I was digging through some old files the other day, and came across this essay from January of 1987, almost 20 years ago. I was 16 at the time, in high school, and we had to write a "Personality Sketch" for our Sociology class.
Outwardly, I am an extrovert, always trying to be part of the group, cracking jokes, always trying I am contributing somehow to the group experience. Sarcasm is a trademark of my humor, but often it goes too far, and someone gets hurt. In my approach to life I am basically laid back. I try not to let things bother me too much. But I have an awful temper, and I am often extremely stubborn. I can be extremely obstinant over stupid things.
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Even though my dealings are mostly on an intrustive, extroverted level, I really am an introvert at heart. At times I feel truly lonely, and my (outward) personality is, to a large extent, an attempt to hide this insecurity. However, I really do like people, and I try to live each day as if it were the last.
Man, 20 years and not much has changed. I can't tell if that's really depressing, or oddly comforting.
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It's consistent, and you're still WAYYYYY too hard on yourself. I've found in writing, you have to be somewhat introverted to find your inner voice. You have the luxury of having a dual personality in that regard, Jeff. It's not a liability at all.
My all-time favorite story you wrote is "The Grass Don't Give A S**T." My all-time favorite and quite a wonderful lesson.
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