Frankly, I am a pretty straight girl who is not going through any sort of teenage rebellion. I do not  fight the norms of the society, and that has nothing to do with cowardice, but a genuine belief in that rebellion is unnecessary. If one chooses to be very blunt, one could characterize me as a typical “angel” or a “teacher’s pet”. I’m Martin from the Simpsons, minus the butt-kissing of course. I do not kiss butt. I do not kiss any bodypart inorder to achieve a goal or profit.

I am boring, that’s an undisputed truth. Nonetheless, there are minor things that I do which are not very conventional. For instance; I rarely wear a pair of socks that are identical. On a happy day, I would wear a red sock and a green sock. I find comfort in chaos. When reading a novel, I picture myself being the protagonist. Indeed, I have walked around in the streets of st. Petersburg calling myself Rashkalnikov, I have passionately kissed mr. Rochester, I have solved mysteries with Sherlock Holmes and I have defintely taken a tour around the world, in merely 80 days. I don’t wear make up. I am a tree hugger.

Unconventional, unorthodox, absurd, surreal or plain normal. You tell me?