It is funny nowadays people tend to become the next Merriam Webster and be more judgmental each day. They try to define everything and read everyone.
Happy people equals insecure people.
Sad people equals ungrateful people.
Why do we need the urge to define any of them? We know nothing. We just know the half of the story. Why do we need to write the other half?
I’ve been the story maker for a long time, that is why I like to hear story and the big ‘why’ behind everything. I like to analyze where the trait come from, or what would people react when they given a situation they’ve never encountered. I called it a gift, and it never failed me. Sometimes, I just know what would happen. But it’s still assumption and mere luck. For some people, it’s still the half of the story. Let it float the way it should be. Don’t try to write it. Because you’d never know what the other half of the story consists of.
It might involves the yellow brick road, the dire wolves, or the cheshire cat, even dragons. You’d never know.