If you’ve read my introductory post (which you if you haven’t, you should, I promise this post will make a tiny bit more sense) you’ll already be fully aware that my mother thinks I am a dolphin. I *apparently* as a child boldly announced that when I grew up, I wanted to be a dolphin. Not entirely sure if it had something to do with the weird phase I went through, where I slept with a toy dolphin, shark, and Action Man beside my pillow, or if I genuinely believed that I could evolve into a dashing porpoise. Or better yet (which this has just occurred to me), that I misunderstood the whole pupae to butterfly thing and thought someone said porpoise.
I was unaware of this profession choice until my 21st birthday last year, when my mother made a beautiful, but if taken out of context bizarrespeech announcing that I had grown into a dolphin. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a good compliment just as much as a regular self-loving individual, but a dolphin???
Something shared in common besides our sleek physiques – lol who the f. am I trying to kid – was according to mum, our ‘euphoric personalities’. (I’m not entirely sure how many dolphin friends mum has been harbouring all these years to make the comparison, but okay, mums are right 99.9% of the time so I’ll take it.)
According to my mother, for one to have grown up and into a dolphin, you must have the following attributes:
- A friendly, albeit shrieky demeanour that isn’t enough to scare people off, but it definitely attracts all walks of people
- A playful sense of humour that makes you want to come back and enjoy it again and again (I can’t flip, so I’ll take her word for it)
- A grin that reads “yes, I want you to come and talk to me” regardless of mood
- A helpful individual who will literally bend over backwards to help you (again, can’t flip, but whatever)
Apparently, I show the above traits and possibly more, meaning if this were Perfect Match, I’d have just found my date for the evening! I’m terrible at making judgements about myself, but everyone cheered on in acceptance, so there must be some truth to what was said.
For what it’s worth, I don’t think I’d make a very good dolphin; I’m not that great of a swimmer. But, if I get to pretend sometimes that my personality is that of a well-loved creature of the sea I’m all for it. If anything, I now have a really obscure answer to those “describe yourself in a single word” questions.