Dear
reader,
I am aware that this is supposed
to be a “Describe yourself” type of blog, but I’ve never really been too keen
on those for I am a very self-depreciating person who would most probably
write more cons that pro about myself. So I’ll try something different, shake
things up a bit you know? I’ll let you dear
reader, decide who you think I am through my writing (deep inside I know that you’re just itching to judge
me), because what is life without a bit if spice? You might say “you’re being
dumb” or “this is an action in futility”, but I say to you, you’ll never know until
you try! And my answer to the former is “you’re dumb-er!” (Childish I know, but who cares, this is my blog, be gone
person who thinks you’re smarter than me). I challenge you dear reader to dissect my writing and find out the type of
person I am or you could just simply ignore this blog and move on with your
pleasantly dull life, whichever floats your boat. So for those of you who have
picked up my metaphorical gauntlet let us begin. And we shall begin with a
name. My name.
Crystin Therese A. Espenilla,
Crystin Espenilla, Crystin. That is the name that I was given by my parents. A
name that was chosen for me while I was still a fetus being developed in my
mother’s womb. At that time I would probably have been thankful that the burden
of picking a name that I will forever be branded with me was lifted off my
still unformed shoulders. What would I know though about what I thought back
then or if I was even thinking back then, seeing as how my brain was still
under developed. But by existing in this world for the past 18 years, I have
realized that I need a sense of individualism. Especially from my name, because
it is my marker here in this world, even if I will never make anything of
myself, at least my name was spoken through numerous lips who have known me.
That is why I do not want a name that is so generic that you could probably
shout my name in a crowded place and a number of heads will turn. No. I want a
name that will set me apart from other people, a name that will be remembered
and be called unique. But I also don’t want to disrespect my parents by
discarding the name that they have christened me with that is why I’m eternally
grateful for my middle name, Azul. A name that sets me apart from the rest, a
name that will give me a sense of individualism and be remembered for its
uniqueness, sure it’s still a name that is being used by other people, but it
is a name that I’m comfortable and happy with. And it’s always a plus that I
haven’t completely abandoned my given name.
So there it is, a part of my soul
that I have written for you to judge and pick apart like rabid dogs in a hunt
for raw meat. Know that this is not all of me, If I write that, it’ll probably take so much more paragraphs and time so I
vote nay to that (oh… you voted too? Too bad this is my blog and the ballots
are forever closed). Besides, I’ll probably start getting lazy at the middle
and convince myself to just leave it unfinished because there’s no point to
this whole thing, so I think it’s best this way.
Adieu, Au
revoir, Goodbye, So long my dear readers and until next time. Live long and
prosper.
