Today, write a post focusing on one — or more — of the people that have recently entered your life, and tell us how your narratives intersected.
Tell us something about how their physical appearance shapes the way they act and engage with others. Give us a glimpse of what makes this person unique.
A face by any other name
Probably the first question to ask is how can something not living have a personality? To answer, consider this, we as humans give our possessions there own personality and quirks. In the simplest way, don’t our cars, sporting equipment, even musical equipment all have names? We imbue (giving and taking something) these things with what we see as love, happiness, angry or fear.
When your computer crashes, do you accept it with the grace and patience you should or do you blame the machine, a thing of wires and metal without self-determining thought. Are you really thinking that your PC has finally gotten its revenge for the years of misuse and crumbs in its keyboard? We as people anthropomorphise these none living things because sometimes these things become so intertwined in our lives, it needs to have its own personality, if for nothing other than to blame them for our wrong doings rather than ourselves.
Kjeragbolten has outlived Methuselah, weathered the sun, snow, rain and wind for years untold and will continue to be true to itself for countless more to come. Its character is many-sided, stubborn and fragile, small to see but large when near. It instills intense fear in some and extreme joy in others.
Quietly persuasive, simply looking at its face can alter your mind, driving and it repels those that stand in its shadow. Smooth to touch and round in girth. Lacking in confidence, thousands walk over it, but a true friend, always holding up those who trust themselves to it.
Standing, looking up at Kjeragbolten, I knew deep down I could not take the step upon its well-trodden face. Right up to this moment I knew I had buried my fear well, convincing myself I could do this, but standing looking at this perpetual fixture I could not place my trust in its simple face; it had repelled me with ease.
You may be wondering how a rock can be called a person or even have a personality, but before you dismiss Kjeragbolten, reread my description of it personality traits and tell me if there is not a person in your own life that does not match those characteristics and hadn’t effected you in some way.