"Cute, Smart, Genuine, Amazing, Small, Crazy, Simple, Listener, Unique.

"

These are the words they used to describe me. Cute? Smart? Genuine? Amazing? Frankly,
I'm flattered. And what lies beyond 'amazing'? I can't quite see—well, being a bit visually
impaired, let's gracefully overlook that detail, shall we? Simple? I suppose, I'm not one to
overdress. A listener? Apparently, I've become everyone's unofficial therapist, no consultation
fees required. The recognition of being a listener, even jokingly referred to as a free therapist,
reflects my empathetic nature and the trust people place in me. Unique? Well, I firmly believe
we're all unique in our own ways. Crazy? That one came from my boyfriend, who claims to
know me inside out — my thoughts, my actions in various situations, my past antics, you name
it. We both had a good laugh about that. While some of these words are undeniably flattering,
and I won't dwell on the ones not worth mentioning (especially the 'small' one - kidding, of
course. I’m really small.), I find myself hesitating on the 'smart' descriptor. Sure, I recite a lot
and my grades are solid, but I can't shake this feeling of not having enough knowledge. It's a
work in progress, I suppose.