21 means responsibility, maturity (hopefully), the end of all things good, life goes downhill from here. We're all going to die anyway so what does it matter? (I quote from my JC refrain). As it is I don't really know what's happening in my life because there are too many things happening and I am at the brink of drowning my identity in work. ('Work', not 'schoolwork'.)
Speaking of identity, I was flipping through my lecture notes, now being the season for mugging, and I came across some adjectives.
Antisocial. Insane. Depressive. Workaholic. Evil.
Easygoing. Calculating. Precise. Studious. Assertive.
The first set was what I wrote down when the lecturer asked us to find 5 words to describe ourselves. The second set was what I got when I asked my brother to describe me. He, being intuitive and all, was quite accurate. But I haven't wavered from my original descriptions because I think that's my essence.
Because siblings are supposed to have rivalry in one form or another, you who are reading this, decide which set of adjectives you agree with more, and post your views on the tagboard or somewhere.
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