Describe Your Personality

[BlueHeron]

BAMF

 

[MCOnThePCAndrew]

Am bisharp. Jk I'm very loud. Also paranoid.

 

[Blazerboy | Noah]

dark and cold

but when i'm with people i like then i'm dark and cold and lovable and caring

 

[Nix]

The most competitive and raging person you'll ever meet.

 

[imaminegirl]

**900 words into typing this, I realized I went way beyond the original question of what my personality is like. Only read this if you have spare time, because it's massive.**
I really enjoyed reading this and everything you write. You could have a career as a great journalist or author.

Oh, goodness.. I once wrote three pages on my personality.

**please note that my view of my own personality is biased, and is based off of my personality in all sorts of situations, both public and private. For example, while some people might think that I am (X) personality, and others might think that I am (A) personality, really I could be (NAX).
***also, please note that this is quite a rant. It's late and I fell asleep in church about two hours ago, so don't expect literary greatness.

First of all, I was raised by a father who was clinically bipolar, threatened to be abusive, and was absent for more than half of my life, as he was constantly going on "business trips" that were really his excuse to go and cheat on my mom. My mother and sisters were the main people to raise me, and for quite a bit of my life I was completely fine with watching Barbie movies with my little sister. I think we lost all of them when moving last year.
That right there should be a warning indicator.

At some point in my life, I held at least four personalities, all different and quite unique...

Outwardly among strangers, I was shy. Never speaking unless spoken to, and even then I usually either ignored the person or replied without words. "Shy" is an understatement. I'm starting to slowly get over it due to my experiences with people on MCSG, but I still hold a distaste for being in public social situations.

In addition, I have extremely low self-confidence. It is incredibly low, beyond the point of me simply feeling ugly or inadequate.
Since I was young, I was forced by my older sister and mother to conform to her idea of a "perfect child". I was always separated from the "other kids". I wasn't allowed to watch TV, once I grew up they didn't let me listen to any music that the other kids liked, and I was forced to find interests that were separate from everyone else.
I was taught to think of myself as unique, special, and "above" everyone else. I know this is false, but I can't help but see faults that other people make - whether it be bullying others, allowing themselves to be bullied, making simple mistakes in random things... I was taught to watch other people make mistakes, and learn from theirs so that I would not make any.
Being brought up in that manner yet also instructed to stay humble and reserved was rather difficult. Eventually I learned to cope, but it's something that I still struggle with.
To this day, I have issues getting along with other teens.

Among friends, of which there are few, I pick weird moments to be serious or not.
Zaex can testify to this - at some times I will hold myself to extremely high moral standards, and watch others around me. I strive to be a 'better' version of myself.
And sometimes, I completely goof off, especially later in the night, like past 10 PM... and especially past midnight, when I get to the point of insane tiredness. I simply flip, and start cursing anything with two legs and a computer. I basically let go of my coherent thought process and just go on more spur-of-the-moment things. I guess I sort of compare it to being drunk and lacking better judgement.

I'm secretly a hopeless romantic, but I will deny it if you confront me about it.
I may not show it, but I'm just as hormonal as any other teenage male, unfortunately. I do have a physical attraction towards the opposite gender, but I try to restrain it as much as possible. So instead of openly pining for the concept of "love" in real life, I confine myself to wandering through virtual dusty libraries, spending hours each week reading novels, most of which have romance in some form or another.
(This is quite embarrassing to admit, but it's true. The only reason I'm admitting this is because it's late, and as I mentioned earlier today I lack decent judgement skills past a certain point of exhaustion. However, as you might be able to tell, my capacity for writing is mostly fine.)

I'm always "that quiet kid in the corner" everywhere I go. Even in TeamSpeak channels where everyone knows who I am on MCSG, I prefer to resign myself to typing and hope that my messages are read by those in the channel.
I simply cannot bring myself to stand out, even if I want to. Online is probably the one place where I can put effort into who I am.


Oh, and also, some people asked me a while ago why I typed how I do...
Well, let's just say that it ties into the whole "Perfect child" concept.
When I first started online gaming, my older sister didn't really care about what I did online much. But when I got into Minecraft and started participating in servers, she insisted that I use decent grammar - placing periods at the end of messages, commas here and there. Capitalizing where necessary, the whole package.
Believe it or not, I credit my English and Language Arts classes with very little when it comes to my ability to type. I can't remember a single lesson that I was taught over the past five years (except for this school year, because it was so recent). Honestly, it's 99% effort, and 1% skill.

I started from nothing - at the age of 12, armed with a mere keyboard, a young boy began to type...
And three years later, he hasn't really stopped.

Participating in MCSG has truly changed who I am and what I'm like.
If I choose to, now I can engage in debates with any random fellow and push forth my own points and ideas, where previously I would have sat back and let them ruin themselves.
I had always been thoughtful on the inside, rather than expressive on the outside. Through my experiences on MCGamer, especially the forums, I've managed to expand my horizons.

 

[ButterBacca87]

I’m hyper . Nuff said.

 

[Mooclan]

-blank-

?
You quoted my post, but didn't say anything o.o

 

[imaminegirl]

?
You quoted my post, but didn't say anything o.o

It seems to be in the middle of another post, I dont know what happened.

It is in 29

 

[imaminegirl]

This is what I wrote - I really enjoyed reading this and everything you write. You could have a career as a great journalist or author.

 

[Ephiza]

Alright, so I'm gonna do a moo- post. (It's the new G33ke post, Mooclan).

So, I started out being a fairly humble person, and as I was raised, my parents taught me to be that way. All through-out kindergarten up until 4th grade, was where I started being fairly...to say bluntly, rude.

Kindergarten- I was actually a "popular" kid back in kinder. A lot of people where my friend, and I was actually a generally nice kid. Now, of course, I tried to deceive my parents as much as popular, but they normally saw through my lies. I generally enjoyed school back then. (now, the fact that I went to a private school that made learning fun, and challenging, probably helped. I was doing stuff we did last year in 1st grade.)

1st grade- I had even more friends, just about the entire class was a good friend of mine. We had 1st, 2nd, and 3rd graders in the same class. Goes to show, I was really popular for some reason. A lot of them where girls :>. So anyway, idk how girls liked me back then, I guess they thought I was cute or something. #Playboy. I was really happy, and thought school was awesome! I actually looked forward to it xD. During first grade I also got in the habbit of staying up past 2 AM, so yeah.

2nd grade- Everything went wrong. I had moved, I had gone to a new school (horrible, hated it, still hate it). It was full of kids, that all where really pretentious, and cocky. It really annoyed me, but eventually, I coped with it. Same 2nd-5th,

6th grade- This is where I began to get "corrupted". I was insanely rude to everyone, including parents, and I lost a lot of friends. Fortunately, towards the end I shaped up, and everything was good.

This year- Nothing major has happened, aside from the fact I get po'd really easily now, and get a ton of homework.

So tl;dr, or didn't understand, I am cocky, and brash, but I can be humble, and caring at the same time.

 

[BitoBain]

It's cool to see all these responses. Thanks for all your contributions.

Some of you may not know this, but the main reason I am here at MCG is to meet people from diverse places. My hope is to understand more about how humans think and how they live by sticking around here. This thread was specifically made for that purpose. It's especially awesome when people put deep thought into their posts. Thank you all and enjoy my life story!

Since I was young, I was always regarded as a very shy person. When people said "Hi" to me, I never thought that it might hurt their feelings if I didn't say "Hi" back. When I was walking home from school in third grade or so, one of my friends said "Hi", and I just looked at him. My brother who was with me then scolded me because I said nothing back, but I saw nothing wrong with it.

Speaking of which, I have always looked up to my brothers. They became musicians at a young age, and so did I. They played with legos all day, so did I. I often wanted to be just as good at their interests as they were. One of them was very chill, kind, and loving, while the other was more rebellious yet hard working. I tried to mimic the good traits of both. I stuck to my religion throughout my whole youth.

Then there was my younger sister, who is three years younger than me. I remember her being born, so I guess you could say we have always been together. From a very young age, I tried to get her to be like me. It was really a very similar situation to what Mooclan has described. I wanted her to be perfect, so I would bribe her to do all kinds of things that she didn't really want to, such as play soccer, learn piano, enjoy school, keep her room clean, etc... I didn't see anything wrong with it. She eventually developed an attitude of not wanting to do anything I did, with the exception of playing with legos. It would remain that way until she hit junior high, where I was sort of regarded as a legend. She didn't see me as such a weirdo anymore.

So yeah, I have always been pretty reserved, perfectionist, obsessive boy. I cried a lot about little things, even though you would think having two older brothers would toughen you up. I was scared to death of all my teachers and my parents, so I did whatever they said without a second thought. I always did my homework as soon as I got home from school. At recess I was so worried about the mile run we would have to do in gym, that my friends and I would run laps around the field. If we weren't doing that, we were playing soccer, which wasn't much different.

Oh yeah, and I have always been a huge romantic, though nobody knows this. At every point throughout elementary school, I had a big crush on someone. Contrary to what is supposed to happen, when I hit middle school I was suddenly more apathetic about love and relationships in general. In fact, all my emotions suddenly became watered down; I no longer felt strong dread, fear, love, excitement, etc... I don't know if this normal. I thought the teenage years were supposed to be emotion-filled? I began playing a lot of computer games and just doing, well more with my life.

So to compensate for the fact that my life was becoming extremely boring, I began wanting to explore everything. I started taking a lot more risks, and talking to a lot more people. I became far more committed to living my religion. I even made my own game. Not like an app or whatever, but a paper and pencil game in which players try to conquer a grid by expanding using little symbols. It was like a mix between Risk, chess, and Connect Four. It didn't require an eraser or anything, just something to write with and a grid. People started to learn the game, and I can safely say that some of the happiest memories of my life were sitting in my math class in seventh grade, playing that game with older kids in the school, laughing and having a good time. I made an official rule book and made copies for people who were interested, and I planned to make a board game and website for it. I had a vision for it in which more people around the world would play it than play chess. It could be a refuge for poor children living anywhere, as it could be played literally anywhere that you can write, even on the dirt in Africa.

So in eighth grade the game grew even more popular at my school, and by the end of the year over 50 people had learned how to play, and I had gained a lot of friends because of it, and gotten in trouble for the disruptions it caused... hehe... I had learned a lot about coding, and had begun work on the website for it. That was what I consider my golden year, as I had so many hobbies and I was living my dream of success, growth, and happiness despite my overall lack of emotion. My room was strewn with hacky sacks, piano music, clipboards, artwork, Grid Battles maps, etc... I had made some really close friends as well as a lot of acquaintances. I walked home every day with a girl who had lived near me throughout much of my life, and we became best friends. She convinced me to start playing Minecraft. She is still my best friend to this day outside of my family.

Then everything changed. My dad passed away with no warning.

This paradigm shift hit me all at once. The moment I heard it I fully comprehended it, and I asked for help from all kinds of people, something I had never really had to do before. I quickly grew sick of this change in my life. I was tired of being told that I needed to go through grieving process, and that I would never be the same. I guess you could say my life crumbled downward from that point, though I stayed much the same person throughout ninth grade, I was just pretty miserable. Literally every single person that used to play Grid Battles stopped playing, including myself. Most of my hobbies disappeared. I stopped doing as well in school. After going to a counselor for a year, I stopped talking to anybody about my issues. I grew tired of this culture that I lived in; the culture that had become so much more visible since my family's loss.

And one day my brother got in a severe bike accident, and I was left for two whole days without knowing whether or not he would live. I was at band camp while this happened, and I suddenly burst into tears in the middle of a run-through or the first movement of our marching band show. But nobody noticed. This would be a recurring thing I would have to deal with; people would think I am the same person I used to be while I was terribly depressed. When I entered 10th grade, I did it only because of the law. I no longer had the ability to be excited or feel any real positive emotion. Everything I did was to avoid some greater pain. I clung onto my religion for another few months, then one night had my "letting go" prayer. I felt that if God existed, then he would have done something to help me by now. I had tried to reach him, and he hadn't responded. I was so sure that he didn't exist that even if he sent an angel, I probably would have still denied him, whereas before if you had put a gun to my head and told me to deny him, I wouldn't have. I hate to say this, but I contemplated suicide a few times, and it was not real life people that saved me, it was reading, talking to a few people on MCG, and especially Nehpilim's post here: http://www.minecraftsurvivalgames.com/threads/please-help-depression-and-stress.110288/page-4

I gave up on every one of my hobbies, even piano. My life was just a series of painful experiences, which made me want to write a lot. My last few journal entries before I gave up on them were very exquisitely artful. And towards the end of last year I began to accept this new life, which included hiding my religious status from absolutely everybody to avoid rejectment. I accepted the fact that as long as I lived here, I would be alone in a crowd of friends. The paradigm shift made me very sad at times, but I liked the fact that I could now understand such a wider variety of people and just... things in general. I even made my own religion, in which I believe that it is my duty to progress the human exploration of the universe. The universe gives us life and we admire its beauty. Without both of us the other does not exist.

So yeah, now I am a very bipolar person that experiences regular occurrences of extreme sadness, while at other times I am able to confidently let go and rejoice at the beauty of everything. The pain that I have experienced has made me a much stronger and more creative writer. I still yearn to see outside this culture, which is why I love MCG so much. So there you go; that's me.

 

[Ephiza]

It's cool to see all these responses. Thanks for all your contributions.

Some of you may not know this, but the main reason I am here at MCG is to meet people from diverse places. My hope is to understand more about how humans think and how they live by sticking around here. This thread was specifically made for that purpose. It's especially awesome when people put deep thought into their posts. Thank you all and enjoy my life story!

Since I was young, I was always regarded as a very shy person. When people said "Hi" to me, I never thought that it might hurt their feelings if I didn't say "Hi" back. When I was walking home from school in third grade or so, one of my friends said "Hi", and I just looked at him. My brother who was with me then scolded me because I said nothing back, but I saw nothing wrong with it.

Speaking of which, I have always looked up to my brothers. They became musicians at a young age, and so did I. They played with legos all day, so did I. I often wanted to be just as good at their interests as they were. One of them was very chill, kind, and loving, while the other was more rebellious yet hard working. I tried to mimic the good traits of both. I stuck to my religion throughout my whole youth.

Then there was my younger sister, who is three years younger than me. I remember her being born, so I guess you could say we have always been together. From a very young age, I tried to get her to be like me. It was really a very similar situation to what Mooclan has described. I wanted her to be perfect, so I would bribe her to do all kinds of things that she didn't really want to, such as play soccer, learn piano, enjoy school, keep her room clean, etc... I didn't see anything wrong with it. She eventually developed an attitude of not wanting to do anything I did, with the exception of playing with legos. It would remain that way until she hit junior high, where I was sort of regarded as a legend. She didn't see me as such a weirdo anymore.

So yeah, I have always been pretty reserved, perfectionist, obsessive boy. I cried a lot about little things, even though you would think having two older brothers would toughen you up. I was scared to death of all my teachers and my parents, so I did whatever they said without a second thought. I always did my homework as soon as I got home from school. At recess I was so worried about the mile run we would have to do in gym, that my friends and I would run laps around the field. If we weren't doing that, we were playing soccer, which wasn't much different.

Oh yeah, and I have always been a huge romantic, though nobody knows this. At every point throughout elementary school, I had a big crush on someone. Contrary to what is supposed to happen, when I hit middle school I was suddenly more apathetic about love and relationships in general. In fact, all my emotions suddenly became watered down; I no longer felt strong dread, fear, love, excitement, etc... I don't know if this normal. I thought the teenage years were supposed to be emotion-filled? I began playing a lot of computer games and just doing, well more with my life.

So to compensate for the fact that my life was becoming extremely boring, I began wanting to explore everything. I started taking a lot more risks, and talking to a lot more people. I became far more committed to living my religion. I even made my own game. Not like an app or whatever, but a paper and pencil game in which players try to conquer a grid by expanding using little symbols. It was like a mix between Risk, chess, and Connect Four. It didn't require an eraser or anything, just something to write with and a grid. People started to learn the game, and I can safely say that some of the happiest memories of my life were sitting in my math class in seventh grade, playing that game with older kids in the school, laughing and having a good time. I made an official rule book and made copies for people who were interested, and I planned to make a board game and website for it. I had a vision for it in which more people around the world would play it than play chess. It could be a refuge for poor children living anywhere, as it could be played literally anywhere that you can write, even on the dirt in Africa.

So in eighth grade the game grew even more popular at my school, and by the end of the year over 50 people had learned how to play, and I had gained a lot of friends because of it, and gotten in trouble for the disruptions it caused... hehe... I had learned a lot about coding, and had begun work on the website for it. That was what I consider my golden year, as I had so many hobbies and I was living my dream of success, growth, and happiness despite my overall lack of emotion. My room was strewn with hacky sacks, piano music, clipboards, artwork, Grid Battles maps, etc... I had made some really close friends as well as a lot of acquaintances. I walked home every day with a girl who had lived near me throughout much of my life, and we became best friends. She convinced me to start playing Minecraft. She is still my best friend to this day outside of my family.

Then everything changed. My dad passed away with no warning.

This paradigm shift hit me all at once. The moment I heard it I fully comprehended it, and I asked for help from all kinds of people, something I had never really had to do before. I quickly grew sick of this change in my life. I was tired of being told that I needed to go through grieving process, and that I would never be the same. I guess you could say my life crumbled downward from that point, though I stayed much the same person throughout ninth grade, I was just pretty miserable. Literally every single person that used to play Grid Battles stopped playing, including myself. Most of my hobbies disappeared. I stopped doing as well in school. After going to a counselor for a year, I stopped talking to anybody about my issues. I grew tired of this culture that I lived in; the culture that had become so much more visible since my family's loss.

And one day my brother got in a severe bike accident, and I was left for two whole days without knowing whether or not he would live. I was at band camp while this happened, and I suddenly burst into tears in the middle of a run-through or the first movement of our marching band show. But nobody noticed. This would be a recurring thing I would have to deal with; people would think I am the same person I used to be while I was terribly depressed. When I entered 10th grade, I did it only because of the law. I no longer had the ability to be excited or feel any real positive emotion. Everything I did was to avoid some greater pain. I clung onto my religion for another few months, then one night had my "letting go" prayer. I felt that if God existed, then he would have done something to help me by now. I had tried to reach him, and he hadn't responded. I was so sure that he didn't exist that even if he sent an angel, I probably would have still denied him, whereas before if you had put a gun to my head and told me to deny him, I wouldn't have. I hate to say this, but I contemplated suicide a few times, and it was not real life people that saved me, it was reading, talking to a few people on MCG, and especially Nehpilim's post here: http://www.minecraftsurvivalgames.com/threads/please-help-depression-and-stress.110288/page-4

I gave up on every one of my hobbies, even piano. My life was just a series of painful experiences, which made me want to write a lot. My last few journal entries before I gave up on them were very exquisitely artful. And towards the end of last year I began to accept this new life, which included hiding my religious status from absolutely everybody to avoid rejectment. I accepted the fact that as long as I lived here, I would be alone in a crowd of friends. The paradigm shift made me very sad at times, but I liked the fact that I could now understand such a wider variety of people and just... things in general. I even made my own religion, in which I believe that it is my duty to progress the human exploration of the universe. The universe gives us life and we admire its beauty. Without both of us the other does not exist.

So yeah, now I am a very bipolar person that experiences regular occurrences of extreme sadness, while at other times I am able to confidently let go and rejoice at the beauty of everything. The pain that I have experienced has made me a much stronger and more creative writer. I still yearn to see outside this culture, which is why I love MCG so much. So there you go; that's me.