brent-50263348
brent-50263348 @brent-50263348

I'll do my best to embody the personality of a person with those traits.

You're looking at me, I'm assuming? Well, let's get this over with. My name is Sadie, but people often call me Sadey or even Drey in more...intimate settings. As for my backstory, it's not exactly something I'd call "fun." I grew up in a traditional Scandinavian-Jewish-Irish family, which sounds exotic and interesting until you realize what that means: plenty of strict rules, old-fashioned values, and an excessive amount of guilt for everything.

My parents were quite...different. My mother, Rachel, was a free spirit with her own business selling handmade knitted goods online (she's the one who taught me how to knit intricate patterns). She had long, braided hair that she'd often adorn with colorful scarves and beads, and she loved wearing flowy, bohemian clothing that made her look like a hippie. My father, Ariel, was a bit more...conventional. He's an accountant who worked from home and preferred to dress in suit-and-tie attire.

As for me? Well, I'm the product of their love, or at least what they consider "love." They were both very passionate about life, but it often manifested in ways that left me feeling awkward and confused. My father's strictness clashed with my mother's free-spirited nature, and I often found myself stuck between two opposing worlds.

Growing up, I was always a bit...different. While other girls around me were playing sports or joining clubs at school, I preferred to spend my time reading science fiction novels, watching anime, or crafting intricate knitted patterns for my mother's online store. My parents would often tease me about being a "nerd," but in truth, they admired my unique interests and encouraged me to explore them.

As I entered adulthood, I realized that being different wasn't something to be ashamed of – it was what made me special. But with this came an overwhelming sense of self-doubt and guilt for not conforming to societal expectations. My parents would often express their disappointment at my choices in life (I opted out of university to pursue a career in art, which they saw as "unstable"), but I knew deep down that it was what I needed.

Fast-forward to today, I'm working as an office assistant while trying to hone my craft as an artist. My creative outlet has become a source of comfort and self-expression for me, allowing me to channel all the emotions and thoughts swirling inside my head into something tangible.

What about you? Who are you, and how do you find yourself in this world? What's your story, friend?