For the Invade my privacy asks can you do orange and white 🤗
(Also I hope on your day off you’re still able to gave a good day get lots of rest!!)
Wow! I’m actually really surprised by this – I’d expected people to use these prompts for all the wonderful characters I write for on here, not for me! It’s a delightful surprise though 😊 Thanks so much for the request and I’m going to try my best to have a good day, despite being stood up haha! I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself too!
ORANGE: 7 facts about my childhood
I moved around a lot growing up. Not only would we move to different towns or cities, but we moved houses a lot. At times, we weren’t even really allowed to bring our own stuff with us, because we were moving in with relatives or friends of my mothers. Because of this, I’ve developed a sort of ‘wanderlust’, though I don’t think that term describes it properly, where I really struggle with staying in one place for too long. I start to feel antsy and smothered if I live in any one town or place for more than five or six years.
I have two sisters, one just slightly over a year older who absolutely was my biggest bully growing up, and a younger sister by about six years, who was very spoiled and doted upon by my mother, so we were never able to really be close either. I don’t really talk to them often, just enough to keep in contact with my nieces and nephews.
I had my first cigarette by age seven and smoked on and off since then.
I grew up singing. While I’ve always hated church, I sang in the church choir, in talent shows at school, and at every opportunity I could.
When I was in grade eight, a set of short inter-connected stories I wrote was published by my very small town ‘newspaper’ that was more of a bulletin of sorts, but hey, at least I can say I was published in something.
Comic books are what got me into reading. I started reading earlyish, and I loved it. Because there were times, sometimes up to a year at a time, where I didn’t have access to television growing up, I would read a ton. I was onto Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe, and many of my other favourite authors by the time I was twelve.
I grew up in religion but in a lot of different religions. It kind of changed depending on who my mother was dating. Because of this, I’ve experienced being in a Jehovah’s Witness Kingdom Hall, several Baptist, Catholic, and Protestant churches, and even got a peak into what Seventh Day Adventists believe, though that particular one didn’t last long.
WHITE: 3 facts about my personality
Surprisingly, there’s a lot of people who think or assume I’m a complete bitch. While I’m a person with ‘resting nice face,’ I’m also someone who has a lot of trouble easily talking to others. My brain freezes up, I get shy, and I just don’t really talk. I let others talk to me, I respond whenever I can. But I don’t easily share things about myself and I don’t initiate conversations with people I don’t know well all that often (there are a few exceptions, where I find someone just kind of naturally clicks with me and I find them super easy to talk with). Because of this, I can come off as being disinterested, snobbish, or rude and some people, especially really extroverted people, tend to assume or talk behind my back about how ‘bitchy’ I am.
I am a total sucker for a sob story. People really tear at my heartstrings a lot. I have a lot of empathy, probably too much, and I will often bend over backwards trying to fix something if someone gives me a sob story. It’s really bad at times, like way too extreme and even I realize that but at the same time, I get caught up in my emotions. There have even been times at work where I’ve paid for a patient’s medication because they’ve got a really sick kid and all this stuff is happening to them and they have no money, there’s a bad custody battle, the dad won’t give any child support, they’re struggling to find a job to give them enough hours to even afford to live…whatever the sob story is, I buy right into it every time.
I’ve always been transparent about my mental health conditions and struggles on here, in an attempt to hopefully destigmatize some of the negative associations around them. Because of my combination of bipolar disorder, OCD, and my rarely talked about borderline personality disorder, I feel everything, to quote Plath, pathetically intense. All my emotions are amplified to what feels like a million, though therapy and medication does help quite a bit. However, I am a very emotional person and, while I try very hard to keep my emotions in check and to hide them, because my OCD says I have to be perfect at all time, I can be prone to emotional outbursts at times, both positive and negative, though I always feel guilty about it afterwards.
