Novel & Cerita Funny Personality Traits

"I didn't like her. She wasn't a nice person, and a little too butch-y for me, anyway. And I need to be able to be a goof around my partner. It's an important part of my personality." I laughed, shaking my head. "I can't imagine that. You're always so serious." Sandy smirked at me, running a finger over my hand. "Can't be serious all the time. I'd explode." "I think I'd like to see that." "Oh, you will, promise."

Well, your pathetic self zone's out like this normally or i have the special honours? "I-I wasn't zon-zoning out." "And they say i make people uncomfortable." "You know i actually like you around, you keep my mood up." "T-Thank you." "Your weird personality is actually amusing." "You know when someone needs a thing to laugh about, you are that thing" "W-Why do you have to be so h-harsh to me always? I-I'm older t-than you." "So? Should i give you medal for that?" "I mean not to offend you but look at yourself, how can someone call you a 20 year old. You look like a fucking elementary school boy, getting happy over small things and getting scared by loud voices."

Fikayo froze at Aaron’s reply as she swallowed her saliva “So what do you think are my qualities?” Fikayo asked. “While everyone thinks you are sassy, rude, annoying and blab la blab; I like to think that you are someone like me. Someone who has or always hold a different opinion from other people. Instead of saying sassy or rude, I’ll like to go for bold, you are bold while saying what you want, what you think as well. You don’t also care whatever anyone says or thinks either, you are just you. although you might be bossy at times” Aaron replied with a smile.

“Why?” “Because you’re very beautiful, and you’re smart, funny, and you’re grounded. You seem aware of the people around you, and you… care about what they say, how they feel. You’re sensitive to others, keen on making others feel good. He said you’re an angel and the devil that I am, I’m lucky to have you.” I laughed. “How could he say all that?” “Because Jake is a shrink,” he replied. “He makes thousands of dollars reading people’s personalities, deciphering the messages they do not say verbally.”

From our bright blue eyes to our lily white skin to the hair…the famous hair…there is no question who my father is. But our looks and our soccer skills are the only ways we're similar. Our personalities are very, very different. He's loud and boisterous. I'm quiet and some think shy. He's the life of the party. I'm the one who observes the party from the outskirts. When he was in his prime, he got lots of press and reveled in it. I'm happy to watch my teammates take the glory. So yeah, personality traits…those I got from my Mam.

in these times Would you change your mind about me if you knew? That I'm a very child?! And I'm not what I seem to be? And the apparent calmness in the pictures is only apparent? And those who know me well realize that I am the complete opposite of that?? and that I am very crazy and think strange?? And my tears are very close..and my laughter does not leave my cheeks..and I suffer from hypersensitivity ..Sometimes I get deeply silent, and my personality is volatile every New Year?!

My hand waved up and down my body. "You're not that hot." She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh, come on! I'm at least a solid 8.5." "Maybe a 6. On a good day." I mockingly gasped. "A 6? That's brutal. I'm wounded." "Good thing looks aren't everything, huh?" "Speak for yourself. My dazzling personality only goes so far." We both laughed, the playful banter creating a lighter atmosphere. "Oo, your personality is not that great either, a bit childish actually."

I sat across from a guy named Devin, who smelled like woody, fresh spicy tobacco. His wolf energy wasn’t so overwhelming but his smile made me look away every second to make sure we weren’t the only people left in the cafe. “So, what do you do for fun?” he asked, leaning forward with lingering interest. I sipped my drink. “I punch things and make them turn red. Usually people.” He blinked with confusion. “Kidding,” I added with a tight smile. Kind of. He chuckled awkwardly. “You’re funny. You seem more like a girl with a sharp mouth than one who can wreck a jaw.”