For 14 years, I found out that I have other personalities. I am an only child and being one, it’s up to me to know who is the true me. At school, you may see me as someone who is gabby. You may think that I just want to talk all the time, like nonstop talking 24/7. However, you’re wrong. And that’s what I’m gonna share about today, the other side of me. My other personality.
I love sitting at the back, near the wall. Where no one can disturb me when I’m serious. Wonder why? Because I’m a loner. Crazy thought from me huh? From someone who’s known to be talkative since kindergarten. Accept it or not, I’m a loner.
Only child meant that I don’t have any brother or sister. I grew up in the city with most of the family in my father’s side (my mother’s are in Bukidnon). And for my whole growing up time, I’m always the youngest at home. Even though my aunt and uncle plays with me sometimes, I always want to play with the other children of my age. But, incidentally, my grandmother won’t let me play outside the house because she thought that some children could influence me in a bad way or another. So that means that I’m stuck in the house doing my own thing.
What do I do alone? When we still live at Lapasan, our house is two-storey. Usually, my grandmother would buy me paper-dolls. I would position myself in front of TV and start making my own story. Cornetto in plastic cups were famous then. My grandma and I love Cornetto so we would always buy and take it home. Those empty Cornetto cups serves as the houses of my paper dolls. I have tons of paper dolls, paper dresses and Cornetto cups. As a child, this simple play of story making and house is my own personal entertainment.
There are times that I get tired of playing dolls, I switch my attention to TV. I always love music so when I’m alone, I sometimes turn the channel into MYX. Britney Spears was popular and I love the beat of her music. I would stand at the benches and dance to my heart’s content. If I get tired, I would sit and sing with the singers. My voice won’t matter is if it’s nice or not, as long as I can express myself more.
When I was in Grade 2 or 3, we transferred here in Tablon, my current home. The same at Lapasan, I’m not allowed to go out. So it feels like I’ll play with myself then. My attention shifted to acting. So from paper dolls to acting. In our living room, there is a space fit for me to act. My family members won’t mind me trying to cry there and saying some dialogues. They got used to it.
After some time, I started to get embarrassed acting where my family could see me. That’s when I started to stay long hours in the room. I would stay there, act. And when I say act in the room, I say acting alone. I’m an only child remember? I’m like having a monologue, talking to thin air and touching nothing but space.
When I get tired of acting, I would transform myself into something else. I don’t know. I just lay flat on the bed, close my eyes then imagine. I always imagine myself in the theatre. I hate to admit it but I really envy those people who act in the theatre, where people claps at them and tossing to them flowers. And when I wake up in my imagination, stare at the wood in front of deciding what next thing should I do.
What I wrote above are my childhood experiences. What is it’s connection of me being a loner? Simple. Because of this, I learned to keep my problems for myself. That there are times that I don’t want to interact to people.
Put me inside a room, give me my netbook (notebook), books, pens and paper, coloring materials and everything that I need to survive, leave me foe a year and you may still see me as something the same after. That’s because I learned to depend on myself in times of needs. When I have problems at home or at school, rarely will you hear me telling my parents or anyone in my family about it.
So the next time I look pretty serious, you can approach me but in a subtle manner. Don’t approach me saying, “Hoy, naunsa man ka?” or “Pag-istorya pud diha. Hilom kayo ka”. Cause there are really times when I will just look at you and glare.