Things.

Things I know I am:

- a reckless driver. Music turned LOUD (preferably rock or dance, but can go the mellow romeo+juliet soundtrack occasionally) and foot slamming the accelerator, I particularly enjoy weaving through the traffic on King's Way in my zippy little Jazz. Fwooosh!

- a nervous flirt. When I notice that someone wants to chat to me and is clearly making an effort, I turn quite shy and to cover this vulnerablity I come across a little coy/arrogant (perhaps?) and answer questions with more questions. Such a complicated typical Jewish girl, I suppose. But I like to think that I stick to my beliefs, and wouldn't bend for anybody in the beginnings of a conversation - especially if neither of us know eachother. But the nervousness persists. Not because I'm necessarily attracted to the other person, but rather I feel that I'm still quite new and inexperienced in the game. Strange perception, quite untrue, but it still exists. The nervous flitter that starts in my stomach but can be heard in my voice and be seen right down to my fingertips. I am so awkward sometimes.

Things I know I am not:

- rude. I am not rude, and moreover I do not like when people are rude to me. There are certain niceties and rules of etiquette that we should use when participating in society. There are certain responsibilities, no matter how superficial, that we still have to people - and I don't care what people say. Civility to your fellow human is not such a big thing to ask for.

- 12 years old anymore. I think I'm kinda over the age where my parents still find it important/necessary to tell me how to dress. My converse sneakers don't always mean disrespect. And makeup is not always required on a sunny sunday afternoon.

Things I am still grappling with:

- the fact that I am Charlotte from Sex and the City. Apparently. And with shades of Samantha (thank fucking god). I've been told recently that I'm a JAP (Jewish Australian Princess) and I'm still somewhat bewildered, and constantly aware of this perception. A friend described me as regal, elegant, and these factors all contribute to one's overall impression of me. But the question is: Is that a bad thing? If not, then why am I still perplexed?