روايات وقصص ضمن Your Personality Explained By Your Annoying Household Habits

Poor sap doesn't have a clue who his mate even is. This indecision is making me extra grouchy, harsh and quick to lose patience with anyone around me. I know I'm pretty unpleasant at the best of times already with my sarcasm. Or my outright rudeness. It is also why I'm practically a ghost, with no connections left behind apart from the few who know my trade.

Octavius explains, and I nod. "That's reasonable," I reply, and Tav grins. "You are so understanding. It's something I really like about you," Octavius says, and I blush a deep red. "I try to understand other people's hardships. It makes me understand their personality. If I can't find a hardship, it's difficult for me to like someone if they have a bad personality," I explain, and Octavius nods. "That's why you dislike your father," Octavius asks, and I nod without hesitation.

I rolled my eyes at his playful behavior reaching out to grab his hand. While I might be sleepy he was hyper, hyper, and annoying. I for the most part was laid back, pretty antisocial, and I had a serious personality. Seth well he had enough personality for the two of us. I guess that's why we worked so well, I calmed him down and he gave me excitement, sometimes more excitement than I really ever cared to have at one time.

I swear, everyone in town who owns a camera was camping outside just waiting to get a good shot. So it was either THIS … or me strangling a very famous socialite in his sleep. That man is driving me up the frickin walls. I swear he has multiple-personality disorder ― one moment we’re having a decent discussion, getting to know each other; the next moment he is all flirty and sweet; and in an instant he becomes an arrogant, haughty, conceited, heartless prick. He has the emotional capacity of a bloody robot, I tell you ― a mechanical egomaniac. It’s as if he finds pleasure in driving me insane.

"Ms. Carter, I want to keep what happened right here from happening again. You're the only person who's come closer to stopping it than my medication ever has." “Again, why me?” “I'm not entirely certain, but I've noticed your…uh… personality has a way of distracting me from the unfavorable elements in this environment.” “My personality? You mean my nuisance, dumbness, recklessness and unprofessionalism? Cause that's basically how you’ve described me.” ​“No,” he said with a faint shake of his head. “I mean full of life, kind, chirpy, clumsy. Naive, chaotic, yes. But real.” One corner of his mouth twitched before he caught himself.

“Okay, I want you to see me as your friend so you can answer this question honestly okay?” “I can't be rude to you ma’am.” “You are not being rude, I just want an honest answer from you.” “Oh, okay then.” “Thanks. So, I live in a house with a guy, I am supposed to spend three months with a guy in the house and the guy has a weird personality. He is mean, rude, a jerk and he is ruthless. I, on the other hand, am soft, emotional, lazy, and love television a lot.” “Okay?”

She was understanding and smart, and as Zeenah described things she had felt and gone through, it seemed she had the power to unlock the mysteries of the universe. Karima said Abubakar's behaviour fit the pattern of someone with a narcissistic personality disorder, which was common for abusive husbands. As the doctor explained about the disorder, it felt as if she were describing Zeenah's life as it had been for the past year. A person with NPD was domineering, blaming, self-absorbed, intolerant of others’ needs . . . and they used rage as a control tactic. They don’t respect anyone else’s boundaries, which meant they felt entitled to bully and criticize until their victims were an absolute

However, here I am scampering up until the last minute to give my house a homey vibe. I gathered all the clothes I’ve scattered from my entrance door to the sofa. I even got my panties on top of our flat-screen TV. I rushed in putting on my panty and shorts. I even slipped on the banana peel that’s on the tiles in front of the kitchen sink. I really hate myself for being messy all the time. I guess if mom is still alive, she will be guilty because she didn’t expose me to too much cleaning inside the house. I was not well-oriented and ready for his arrival. I really hate him for being too haste in deciding when to get in here. I remembered he was here the other day and I was shocked that the

I said with annoyance. I saw Chloe's hand clench and give me a death glare. Huh! As if she can scare me with that! I'm the kind of person that is kind to those who are also kind to me. But if the one in front of me is a bitch then I will never back down. I can also be a bitch if I want to. My personality is based on the person in front of me. I immediately pulled Miss Nerd. I took her to the garden of the Academy. When we arrived there, I immediately gave her a big warm smile on my face. I know I tend to be bipolar sometimes.

I was getting better at reading what he was thinking behind his blank expressions, the things that made him tick, and his random habits. Just last week I found out that he liked to clean his entire room himself because he was anal—borderline OCD—about how his things were arranged. I asked him about it, and I was surprised when he opened up to me about always cleaning up after his drunk mother, so the habit stuck with him. Every passing day, he snuck deeper and deeper into my veins, until I was sure there was no way I'd be able to dig him out without hurting myself in the process.