I didn't own Adam before, I don't own him now, the idea was inspired by a
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Its funny how during the course of your life you'll meet thousands of people, but you'll leave them all with a different impression. There's things about you that they'll each view in different ways, they'll see as they want to see you. Squeezing you into whatever stereotype they feel you match, dropping you into whatever category they think you fit into. It's never the same, each person perceives you in a diverse light.
That's how it is with me, I've been classified into so many groups I'm starting to think I may have multiple personalities. Honestly there's those who meet me and get the idea that I'm some tortured soul, with all this pent up angst dying to slash my own wrist. Then we swing over to the other extreme, the people that catch a glimpse of the BMW symbol on my car and assume I must be happy, because I've got so much.
Now onto the most popular stereotype, my dating life. How sad is it that something so personal like my romances could possibly have their own group? Tragic as it is, they do though. 'That Adam Banks, he's so cute and sweet I bet he has a new girl all the time and the new girl at Eden Hall is always trying to get his attention.' I'm sorry but wrong answer. I can't leave out the contradicting idea however, 'If a guy dresses like Banksie and you never see him with a girl, he must be gay.' Also not the truth. I do have a girlfriend yes, but just one. Her name is Paige and we've been together for a long time. So no, I'm not gay, I am not in love with Charlie or Guy, nor do I use my social status to get dates.
Next stop, my family life. My dad doesn't beat me, honestly. I mean he smacked me in the mouth once when I was eleven, but that was because I was in a bad mood and told my mother to 'Kiss my ass!' as I ran up the stairs to my room. My brother, he doesn't slap me around either. Don't get me wrong, we're not the 'Brady Bunch', Nick's not my best friend or anything he's just my brother. Lastly, my mom is neither a workaholic that's never home so never mentioned , nor is she Betty Crocker. She's just a mom, probably the same as everyone else's. I'm not a spoiled little rich boy with the perfect family.Or a tormented teen with a heartbreaking home life.
Hockey. My hockey skills have me classified too. Yes, I'm a good player. Am I the best on the team? Well allot of people seem to think so, but I'd never say it. I'm not about to act all high and mighty, throwing it in Charlie's face that he may be captain, but I'm the one people come to see. I'm not snobby about it, I won't gloat if I score the winning goal. Furthermore if I get hurt in a game, I WILL NOT hide it from the Coach and the rest of the team anymore.I learned my lesson the last time. Oh, and I definitely would not start taking steroids to aid my play. This means, I'm not a spoiled sport, or so desperate to play I'll risk permanent injury and ending my career.
I'm sure there's tons more of opinions out there I haven't even touched upon yet, but those were the most widely held and opposing ones. So the short in the long of it is, I'm not: overly happy, severely depressed, gay, a stud, spoiled, abused, snotty or so addicting to hockey I'd do anything to play. Simply, I'm just Adam.
Its funny how during the course of your life you'll meet thousands of people, but you'll leave them all with a different impression. There's things about you that they'll each view in different ways, they'll see as they want to see you. Squeezing you into whatever stereotype they feel you match, dropping you into whatever category they think you fit into. It's never the same, each person perceives you in a diverse light.
That's how it is with me, I've been classified into so many groups I'm starting to think I may have multiple personalities. Honestly there's those who meet me and get the idea that I'm some tortured soul, with all this pent up angst dying to slash my own wrist. Then we swing over to the other extreme, the people that catch a glimpse of the BMW symbol on my car and assume I must be happy, because I've got so much.
Now onto the most popular stereotype, my dating life. How sad is it that something so personal like my romances could possibly have their own group? Tragic as it is, they do though. 'That Adam Banks, he's so cute and sweet I bet he has a new girl all the time and the new girl at Eden Hall is always trying to get his attention.' I'm sorry but wrong answer. I can't leave out the contradicting idea however, 'If a guy dresses like Banksie and you never see him with a girl, he must be gay.' Also not the truth. I do have a girlfriend yes, but just one. Her name is Paige and we've been together for a long time. So no, I'm not gay, I am not in love with Charlie or Guy, nor do I use my social status to get dates.
Next stop, my family life. My dad doesn't beat me, honestly. I mean he smacked me in the mouth once when I was eleven, but that was because I was in a bad mood and told my mother to 'Kiss my ass!' as I ran up the stairs to my room. My brother, he doesn't slap me around either. Don't get me wrong, we're not the 'Brady Bunch', Nick's not my best friend or anything he's just my brother. Lastly, my mom is neither a workaholic that's never home so never mentioned , nor is she Betty Crocker. She's just a mom, probably the same as everyone else's. I'm not a spoiled little rich boy with the perfect family.Or a tormented teen with a heartbreaking home life.
Hockey. My hockey skills have me classified too. Yes, I'm a good player. Am I the best on the team? Well allot of people seem to think so, but I'd never say it. I'm not about to act all high and mighty, throwing it in Charlie's face that he may be captain, but I'm the one people come to see. I'm not snobby about it, I won't gloat if I score the winning goal. Furthermore if I get hurt in a game, I WILL NOT hide it from the Coach and the rest of the team anymore.I learned my lesson the last time. Oh, and I definitely would not start taking steroids to aid my play. This means, I'm not a spoiled sport, or so desperate to play I'll risk permanent injury and ending my career.
I'm sure there's tons more of opinions out there I haven't even touched upon yet, but those were the most widely held and opposing ones. So the short in the long of it is, I'm not: overly happy, severely depressed, gay, a stud, spoiled, abused, snotty or so addicting to hockey I'd do anything to play. Simply, I'm just Adam.