Imagine for a moment...
How do you think you would look and act if you were the opposite of who you are now?
The opposite?
My opposite would be a whimsical college drop out (despite good grades) trend-obsessed gum popping histrionic valley girl with a weight problem and no self control, and an endless obsession with Lisa Frank colors and designs. She'd be desperate to be the life of the party to the point of assuming she, delusionally, must be from the sheer amount of desperate effort being put into it and from having no awareness of those around her's feelings beyond a few lucid moments and her own prior expectations, but everyone around her would know better. This opposite would be against all forms of research and pre-expectation beyond that which conforms to what she already believes, preferring to not think of anything in advance from finding knowledge that goes against the grain to be "boring and depressing", preferring to not think about things too much and instead go with the flow of her emotional appraisal. Her understanding of people would be completely surface level shallow assumptions that anyone can see, and she'd believe what is said by people simply because "Why would they say it if they didn't believe it?". On a series of hard drugs to escape the pain of whenever she'd notice how much she's the butt of everyone's jokes, she'd openly lash at people unstably for seemingly no reason after excessive bottling in a violent fashion to sate sadistic urges she's deeply ashamed of, a reflection of her naive sense of guilt and her sense of entitlement and need to be the best clashing in a fashion she barely understands. Her emotions are a wild turbulent ride, but from her perspective it's the fault of everything around her instead of anything related to herself. Her religion would change every few weeks to a new extreme simply from becoming bored of former beliefs, but would openly attack even those who reflect her former beliefs for not following the path-of-the-moment.
I…..hmm, I'd be tall with a short not toned body, and I'd be sporting long yoga looking legs with huge tits, and a small modest ass with shorter manageable hair, lighter skin tone. My nose would be smaller, eyes smaller and wider with not so much long, but very curly eyelashes. My lips would be less full, and I would emphasize my already conventionally pretty feminine face with make-up. My teeth would be off white, and not as strait, but no gap with the two front teeth.
My clothing style of choice would be as if I were 5 to 8 years younger than my current age, and very tight, hugging every inch of my body, and exposing every inch of my legs, which I would secretly hate. Themes would be childish, colorful, cute, things like a piece of toast and a stick of butter getting ready to fuck on a saturday night, or a collage of marvel characters printed on a skin tight mini dress with flats. Nothing to point out my tall stature, which I would also hate. In showing off my body to the world I would hope they like what I am advertising instead of the real me, who would be less secure than a hooker addicted to meth. When people give me the attention I am so desperately asking for, I would shut down their kind words with negative and doubtful snide, drawing attention to the parts I like the least, but work the hardest on. I would hardly ever eat, and when I do it would be followed up with two hours in the gym, and some vomiting.
My personality would be co-dependent, and I would have severe daddy issues; my overall personality identical to my mother, who is a narcissist. I would have abandonment issues, and any guy that gave me attention I would go out of my way to make sure he sticks around. The guys that are not good for me I would adore the most, and the people who respect me I would pay little regards to. I would only have female friends when they are convenient, aka, when my latest boy toy was not around to make me feel good about myself, and when any female informed me of the positives in her life I would project my unhappiness onto her in a passive aggressive way, so that I would still be considered a good friend. I'd have a few animals that I'd take care of to ease the loneliness. Alcohol would become my water, and relationships would be a must have. If I find myself not in one, I quickly get in one, and I'd always make sure to have one in route before ending the current.
Well.
A mix between this, this and this. Definitely a silent hellraiser.
Cool, composed, yet blatantly spouting whatever is on his mind. Crude, rude-en-scene, with a powerful presence.
Maybe around 6'0. Perfect eyesight. Has no anxiety disorders. Psychopath, probably.
More present-oriented, takes things as they come.
It's hard to define yourself when you've always assumed different attitudes, behaviours, values, opinions and etc., for every single scenario in your life. Sometimes, you can preach something to some people and do completely the opposite when others are not watching.
At the end of the day, it becomes a zero-sum game, because, deep inside, you don't believe in any of these things and you don't believe in the images that you end up projecting or the words you speak.