Personality Isn't Permanent Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Then we're back to where this began. No one should have to change themselves. You can't fall for who someone could be or who you want them to be. You have to fall for who they are." "I hear what you're saying, but I think there's room in there for improvement. The only thing that's changing is how we approach us. That's not a fundamental personality change. That's...learning how to do something better. Give us one more chance." He knew he needed to prove himself to her, that he'd failed a test he hadn't known he was getting. "Face wash and pajamas?"

’ Kayla sighed. ‘It’s not that simple. You don’t know what Austin was like.’ I frowned. ‘WAS!’ Kayla shouted, making my head hurt. ‘What he WAS like! I don’t give a fuck what he WAS like. And I know exactly how he used to be. Remember, I can access all your memories from before I awakened.’ Kayla rolled her eyes. ‘People don’t just change personalities overnight.’ I countered. ‘It’s been YEARS! Our mate has focused on improving himself, of making himself a better man for YEARS!’ Kayla insisted.

Leif said nothing further. Just as Raina thought he would say no more, a deep voice suddenly sounded near her ear. He sincerely said, “Maybe others change, but I never will. If I believe in someone, I will always believe, forever and ever. Neither pain nor death will change that.” Forever and ever, huh. But after all she had been through, Raina understood one thing clearly: there is no forever in this world. Forever simply does not exist. No one can truly achieve it, because people change whenever they want.

I shook it uncomfortably. Felix, who had been smiling just moments ago, immediately turned frosty. He seemed to be gritting his teeth when he said, "It's just holding hands. Do you need to make such a big deal out of it?" He'd always been presumptuous, thinking that everything he did was without fault. He never considered if his actions would put others in difficult positions or lead to consequences. He was like this five years ago and remained unchanged today. Indeed, a leopard couldn't change its spots. He was probably born with this personality and wouldn't change no matter who the other party was.

My mother tilted her head slightly, studying me the way she always did when she knew I wasn’t telling the truth. “You’ve been distracted since you walked in.” I hesitated. I shouldn’t ask. I knew I shouldn’t. But the question slipped out anyway— “Mom… can someone have two completely different personalities?” She watched me for a long moment, then she smiled faintly. “Of course they can. But not in the way you’re thinking.” I frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means people change,” she said gently. “Depending on what they feel… what they hide… or who they’re with.”

However, David’s next words plunged him into despair. “However, I remember the saying that a leopard never changes its spots. I won’t believe you no matter how sweet you’re making it sound. It’s almost impossible for one to completely change their personality. Even if you manage to keep it up for a while, you won’t be able to keep it up for a lifetime. You’ll regress to your original self very soon. Since I have no time to watch over you, you should just… Wait for your death!”

She looked at her hands. "I have been living with permanent for eight years," she said. "I thought it was what I was. That the fractured quality was just me." She paused. "Finding out it was done to me rather than inherent. That changes what permanent means." She looked up. "It is not who I am. It is something that was done to me. Which means it can be addressed." "Yes," I said. "Tomorrow morning," she said. "Yes." I looked at her. "You are sure," I said. Not doubting. Checking.

“If this was four to five years ago you would have changed from being good after I told you that.” “You always spoke to me about how you hated it, but now, it seems as though you don't hate it anymore.” “It's not that I like it or something, but I think everyone has their personalities, their features, and many other things that can't be changed no matter how much they try," I said to her with a fake smile and after a long pause, I continued. “A lot of things that changed them; it could be trauma or a strong phobia of something, so I don't think I should push at all if they beg to differ from me; everyone is different, after all.”

“If you mean does personal hygiene matter, yes it does. But as for the other things, luckily for you, they’re greatly over-rated. Sharon has already demonstrated that she’s willing to date a no-account dumb loser of below average appearance. It isn’t looks or brains she’s after, that’s for sure. Women like Sharon go for personality. Mainly the personality of a doormat. That’s a lot easier to fake. Or maybe I should say ‘develop’.” Benny sipped his coffee and studied what he had written down a little more. It was good, he could see that it was. Just a flat plate of glass screwed to the wall and it could tell him all these things. A miracle indeed. And his reflection was right. You don’t poke