How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

I wonder how many of these prompts are attempts to gain PII (personally identifiable information) or are an honest to Goddess “get to know you” line of questioning? Hmmm? I’ll play. Kinda…

I’m trusting, until I’m not. Once I catch you in a lie, and I will ALWAYS catch you in a lie, I will never, ever trust you again. I may act like I forgive you, but I don’t. Not really. Not ever.

I’m both approachable, yet intimidating (or, so I’m told).

After all this time, I still haven’t figured out how to control my facial expressions. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Yet, whatever you THINK you can read into those expressions/emotions, you will only ever be partially right. There isn’t a person on this planet who knows who the “Real Cari” is.

I’m confident, yet self-conscious.

I laugh, a lot. Yet. I have a dark and twisted sense of humor that would make most “normal” people pause.

I have hair that can range from sleek and straight to wiry and unruly, sometimes over the course of a few hours.

I have piercing eyes, if I choose to look at you. Most of the time my gaze is focused on a thought in another dimension.

I have a thin build but am strong, much more so than I appear. They used to call me “ant-like” at work, due to my ability to move equipment around the flightline 10 times heavier than I am.

My face is clear, but with a healthy sprinkling of freckles.

One time, a stranger told me that a face without freckles was like a sky without stars. I think about that lady often. Compliments and words of encouragement from complete strangers are so much more influential and hold way more clout than friend and relative compliments.

I care way too much about things, then again, I really don’t. It’s complicated.

I love my job, and fucking HATE it.

I want to save mankind, but dislike people. I hate people. I fucking hate other human beings with a passion sometimes.

If I were a color, I would envision a dark teal blue. Cool, soothing, inviting, yet deep, complicated, and with a slight air of danger. 😏

(I’m apologizing in advance for formatting, grammatical errors, incomplete thoughts, blah, blah, blah… I’m writing this via the JetPack app whilst walking on the treadmill. Decompressing while creating. A Walking Contradiction.)