Research Paper On Being Rushed

Being Rushed

If there is one thing I hate, it is being rushed. I like to take my time getting dressed, doing my hair, makeup, or whatever else I have to do to make sure everything is perfect. When I’m being rushed I get so angry because I like to move at my own pace, and nobody else’s. I could understand if we're running late or you’re ready before me, but don’t try to rush me so I can look sloppy.

Being rushed makes me feel so uncomfortable. I feel like when I’m being rushed I didn’t do everything I had to, and it makes me feel like a mess. I remember over the summer I and my best friend, and her friend were supposed to go to the mall, but she ended up changing her mind because she didn’t want to go anymore. Within the next hour she decided

My aunts would always tell me about how they would babysit me, and I would never cry or whenever I woke up and they were still sleeping how I would just lay there quietly, and watch Tv. Today nothing has changed much about me I’m still as quiet as a mouse.

I think me being quiet has a lot to do with my shyness. I’m not really the talkative/associating type, if you talk to me of course I’ll talk back, but let’s just say I won’t be the first to start a conversation. Only my family, and the people I really talk to knows how I really am, but if I don’t know you I’m not that talkative because 1. We don’t know each other and 2. If we don’t know each other there’s nothing to really talk about. When I think about it I’m sure all the people I know besides family have talked to me first.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t as quiet or shy because I think if I was more talkative I would have more friends or know more people, but hey that’s the way I am. I don’t know how many times daily I get told “you’re so quiet”, but in my head I’m thinking if you only knew how talkative I am at home. My mom always tells me to stop being so shy, and open up because I’m a great person to know but, I'm to shy to talk. First day of freshman year meeting my best friend she would always speak to me, and I would either wave or smile I would never talk. When we started talking more throughout the school year she would always tell me how quiet I was, but I think that was because she didn't know how loud she