Post by kap on Jan 28, 2019 18:33:46 GMT -5
Drink the wine,
My darling you said
Take your time,
And consume all of it
Dionysus Flair
District One
Male
Eighteen
My darling you said
Take your time,
And consume all of it
Dionysus Flair
District One
Male
Eighteen
It's something I truly appreciate, my family being well off and making sufficient amounts of money. I've always been the grateful type, happy for the fact that I have what I have. I thank my parents often, and they tell me not to worry about it, but I still feel as if I should display my gratitude in any manner I am capable of. My name is Dionysus, and I've always been respectful of those around me, as I believe that that is the way one should carry out every day of their life: respectfully and full of thanks for what they do have, whether it's a lot, barely anything at all, or somewhere in between.
My family has often told me that I need not turn down the wine that they offer me from our family's vineyard. I insist, however, that if I am to consume it, I shall pay for it with the money that I have earned from one of my other jobs. My family and I work hard to pick the grapes and turn them into wine, so I feel that it is only right that I compensate them for it, regardless of the fact that I often have a part in making the wine, too. I did not do it myself, and therefore, I should not be given it for free.
I work three jobs, not because I need to, but because it makes me feel good about myself. With extensive amounts of work, alongside training as a career to make my parents proud of me, I feel like I'm an accomplished and much more responsible individual than if I were to make working in my family's vineyard my only form of employment. Of course, I do not judge my brother who does make his work with the family's wine his only job. If it makes him feel happy, and makes him feel like he is doing good for those around him, then I wholeheartedly approve of it.
Looking a lot like my dad makes me happy. I'm grateful to have the same dark skin, hair and eyes that he does. My mother is of a lighter skin tone, but I'd still be just as grateful to look like her. She's beautiful with her blue eyes and light brown hair. My brother looks more similar to her than to my father. I'd consider myself to be rather well off when it comes to how my body looks, too. I don't have an excessive amount of muscle, but I'd certainly still consider myself rather fit, much of which comes from my career training that I've done since the age of eleven. I also reach a decent height that's not too tall, yet not too short, as well as a weight that suits my body type.
When it comes down to it, however, everyone is human. No one is perfect, and although I like to consider myself very lucky for how I look, I do have a couple of flaws. Everyone does. Myself in particular, however? I wish I could hide my hands in a way that wasn't wearing gloves frequently. For the longest time, I did hide my hands in gloves. Now, I've gotten to the point where I've given up, and I just let people tease me about how I'm missing a couple of fingers. On my left hand, I'm missing half of my middle finger. It got severed at the knuckle in an accident at one of my other jobs. At the same job, I also lost the smallest finger on my right hand in its entirety.
People ask me, if you've gotten hurt so much from this particular job, why do you keep it? I tell them the truth. It's because working makes me feel good about myself, and I'm a determined individual, devoted to my work, who won't give up because of a bump in the road, even if that bump in the road is losing a small part of the body. I do, however, feel that, because of the amount of selflessness I have, I'm sometimes over-generous, and it can get me into circumstances that I'm not all too fond of.
Due to being over-generous and sometimes over-trusting, I can get taken advantage of on occasion. Actually, I'd say that it's more frequent than just 'on occasion'. I like to think that I'm getting better at knowing whether or not to trust people, but I have a feeling that I may be wrong, because just a few weeks ago, I trusted someone to repair my watch for me that wasn't running their own shop. (if they were, I would've known for sure that he was a reliable individual.) He was an independent 'salesman', if you want to call him a salesman. I never got my watch back, and I was supposed to have it brought back to me last week.
I never saw that guy again, and now, my watch is gone. I suppose that's what happens sometimes, though, when one is overly trusting, but I hope he at least gets some use out of it. Maybe he'd use it, or maybe he'd sell it. Regardless, I hope that it makes him happy. If it makes him happy, then it's okay with me that it's gone. I just want to help others. Luckily, I feel that I'm still an intelligent individual, despite this flaw where I tend to trust too easily. I don't feel that misjudgment is a form of stupidity. I feel that it's simple something that one, such as myself, needs to work on so as to prevent oneself from enduring too much harm.
*lyrics: "Familiar Taste of Poison" by Halestorm*
