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1. First Impressions Unfortunately Matter

We don't remember the mediocre first impressions; we tend to remember the extremes- the bad impressions and the extremely good impressions.

What sucks is that a "bad" first impression really depends on who you ask (well, apart from the universally accepted things like hygiene).

What also sucks is that it's impossible to prepare for every single first impression you're about to make. We have to account for the unplanned, like meeting your future interviewer as you overtake them on the highway, or seeing that person you've social-media stalked at the gym.

What sucks the most though is that impressions tend to stick, and regardless of how much you change, a sticky and bad first impression can hinder others from experiencing your glo' up. This isn't necessarily true, but I'm guilty of letting my first impression of someone dictate how much I chose to befriend them.

Regardless, being too conscious of your first impression on someone can work to your disadvantage; nothing good comes out of seeming strained and too scripted. Of course, being prepared is great, but the vibe we give off is the most memorable part of a first impression. Giving off the anxious and rehearsed vibe is cringe-worthy at times. Thus, our two options are to leave an astoundingly great impression or to aim for an average, unmemorable one.

This happens to be your first impression of me and my blog. Reading through, I've evidently given off a rather bad one, filled with negativity and cynicism. Good. Because as I mentioned, whether an impression is good or bad depends on who you are asking. Despite the negativity, I believe I've created a good first impression, for this entry voices my inner self quite perfectly. This is my reality and how I see things.

I find myself to be a very reflective individual. Introspection is not a unique interest; learning more about oneself is an innate human desire. However,  not everyone reflects on life experiences with the same perspective.

This blog is my avenue to share my perspective and hopefully understand myself better. Usually, I find and read blogs filled with wise words on positivity and charity. It's great how much good there is in the world, really, but not innately feeling this insane happy, bubbly sensation makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong. But I'm not. Not everyone needs to be an optimist or to feel guilty for not being an optimist. Why must being realistic have to be such a vice?

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  1. RockSiddyMay 12, 2021 at 6:36 AM

    Thank God you didn't notice the ketchup all over my toes when we first met. Blessed

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