I promised it will come soon and here it is.
Ways in which I don't mold with typical 15 year old people.
1. Preferences: let me make it clear that setting flowers on my workstation and between the pages of my book were a thing before Tumblr made it an 'aesthetic' for the further internet-based demographic.
I'm an old soul.
Okay, now—there's a clear and visible line that differentiates 'outdated' & said 'old soul'.
Being an old soul meant that you live in a modern, futuristic era but continue to have this urge or do wish to live in the early vintage season but in contrast is the term 'outdated' wherein the being lives way behind the current development of humankind.
I'm not behind development, excuse you. I use an iPhone and have a touchscreen laptop alongside a house filled with gadgets; quite the rise but I liked it when times were simpler and when the methodical way of reading was by a traditional paperback and not Kindle.
2. Language: now, I'll be true to you and myself. . .
I do use abusive language but I'll tell you that I only speak trashy with my age group; all filthy as it is, so why bother much? I know I ought to think differently but this whole paragraph doesn't convey the point that I was trying to relay anyway—
I subsequently notice that my use of formal language is unnerving since most of those my age tend to talk over the Internet with a simple 'yo' or abbreviated greeting while I appear with the classic 'hello' or 'hi' but when I don't use such a matured tone, I find myself writing in jumbled case.
kInd OF liKE thIs.
If I do, I'm probably screaming over how gorgeous a person looks and let me verify that only Hallyu (Korean) idols make me feel like that.
Regular people?
At intervals.
3. Attitude: no, not sass and that sort of 'attitude' but more like how I treat elder people.
Now that is where I fit in!
I'm so much comfortable with an adult than with other teenagers since my criteria is that I'll need the other conversationalist to be aware of my likings and areas of preferences.
But with an adult, I'm free to engage myself into a critical conversation and I'm quite the witty, logical speaker. Unfortunately, even they find it odd that I'm conversing with them over a very tangible topic in the most mature way.
4. Appearance: if I had to elaborate on such a sector, it seems useless but for the sake of relating to someone else's pathetic situation, I'll tell you that
I look MUCH older than I am.
but how I look doesn't end with my facial features (which I doubt aren't magnificently beautiful to gaze on) instead how I dress for various situations.
Case 1: shopping store.
The striking 'denim jeans & mono-coloured tee' ensemble!
Case 2: church on regular days.
Anything goes till it's decent and doesn't reveal excess skin.
Case 3: events in church or outside.
I'm forcible made to wear a dress and adorn myself with unnecessary ornaments, thanks to my mother.
Case 4: New Year, Christmas, Birthdays.
—similar to case 3 but in this, I'm likely to be in a festive mood so I'll decide myself.
Case 5: school.
I'm wearing a uniform and I don't need sympathy. I feel relieved that I don't have to select clothes each day.
I'm still different in other ways but you'd need to personally know me for that.
That's it.
Next chapter will possibly talk about my day—161109.
