a human is a treasure chest

a human is a treasure chest skin description

so let me explain myself about the idiotHow about we start with the basics and continue from there? I am a female. Teenager. Chinese American. Pisces. Birthday March 5th. Shy at First Glance. Second glance? Eh not so much anymore. Hardcore procrastinator. My friend has dubbed me philosophical, though I take a look at my past works and personally dub them foolish and naive. So, thus, it is easy to take advantage of my naivete. In real life, I am an awfully boring person if you do not take the time to know me. And by time, I mean time. My best friends took years out of their lives for me, and I do the same for them to this very day. Like any stereotypical Asian, I have tryhard mode and groan mode. Normally it's set on groan mode, but if I need to get things done and done well, I go on tryhard mode. Well, now, I am making myself sound more like an idiot with each passing second that you are reading this. Online, I try to be the person I am not. Affable, happy, empathetic. Fine, so I am empathetic and sympathetic in real life. Happy? Meh, half the time. Affable? Sort of. There is a wall that blocks me from beady eyes judging me. Mostly by my looks and not the person. This is sad, but the Internet is my happy place when I'm alone. I have a sibling. So why don't I play with her? Oh, let's see, she's practically TEN YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME. Additionally, she is having terrible threes and not twos. Believe me, three is worse than two. I can guarantee you that. In real life, I try to dress like a typical teenager, but given my strict Asian roots, there's only so much I can do. I would dress like a tomboy if I could, and possibly dye the tips of my side swept bangs a bit brown. Today, it's all about the looks. You have moles? Eww, I'm gonna stay away from you and not get to know you. Actually, I take that back. There are a few people in this world, i.e. my friends, who are willing to step out of their comfort zone. Comfort zone being stereotypes. No one is born racist, fascist, judgmental, angry. It just takes something in their life to set off such a chain of emotions. And once you've lived with them for years, it's hard to simply toss them out and ditch what we were taught to believe is "reasoning." Online, I am allowed to express myself freely at the cost of absolutely nothing, except for all of our deteriorating vision. So. I express myself. Again, like the real world, there is only so much I can do. Minecraft skins are limited, like everything else. To embed all the traits, secrets, and my personality as a whole onto one measly Minecraft skin would be like trying to cry without tear ducts. Basically, you can't. I hope you learned a bit about another meaningless person in the world today. And I'm sorry I wasted your time, but I hope that you can see the world differently, even if in minuscule ways. There is a person behind the outfit, someone you may never get to know again if you don't get yourself together and meet them. They could be the light in your darkness. Each person is a treasure chest, you just need to find the key. Evidently, I will add more to this. If you have more inquiries, please message them to me via PMC private message.