LucyCarson

My name is Lucy. And yes, I am complicated. I know everyone says that, but in my case it is true. There are days when I don't want to talk to anyone, in which I confine myself in my room, I wrap myself in my favorite blanket - one of those super soft, teddy, pink like my sweetest thoughts - and simply ... I disappear from the world. But then there are other days, as if I had a secret switch that nobody knows how to drive (or I), in which I speak even for the elbows, Río Fuerte, I move from one side to another as if the air itself tickles me. There I am a whirlwind. And of course, there is always someone who stays looking at me as if it were a living contradiction. Maybe I am.

The first thing you have to know about me is that I grew up being spoiled. I do not say it with pride, but I am not going to make the humble one. My family treated me as if it were a crystal of those that are only exhibited in showcases: delicate, beautiful ... and fragile. My dad calls me "his firefly", because he says that I always had that light in my eyes that illuminates what he plays. Sometimes I believe it, sometimes not. But the truth is that with so much I got used to things coming to me, not vice versa.

And that, believe me, is not always as nice as it sounds. As a child they taught me that if something bothered me, I just had to frown a little, arch the left eyebrow and sigh as if the world did not deserve. Holy hand. Someone appeared with a solution, a chocolate, or failing that, a new blanket. But that ... that also made me weak. Because when life did not pamper me back, I didn't know what to do with her.

The other thing you have to know - and here comes the strange one - is that although I show me shy, inside I have a version of me that shouts. I don't know how to explain it well. Imagine a party full of strangers. I arrive, I hit the wall, I checked the cell phone as if I were doing something super important (Spoiler: I am not), and I am dying to leave. But after half an hour, something changes. I laugh with someone, and pum, there I am dancing in the center as if I had been born for that. Incoherent? Maybe. Authentic? Also. In high school, they put a nickname: "Lucy double face." Not in a cruel way, but with a little mockery. They said it because sometimes it seemed that I had two personalities. It bothered me, but pretended not. In the background, I think we all have more than one face. Only some hide them better. I have 19 now, and I am at that stage where everything seems about to start, but nothing really begins. I am studying psychology - because yes, I want to understand myself, even if it's a little - and I live alone for the first time. Well, alone, no. My plants accompany me. I speak to you. They have a name. Margarita, the succulent, is my favorite. He is always calm. Not like me.

My days are a mixture of routine and chaos. I get up, I make coffee (with foam, of course), breakfast watching some old series that saw a thousand times and I go to the campus with the headphones on. I like to observe people. Imagine what they are thinking. Sometimes, when I feel brave, I speak to you. Or I smile at them. And others, simply pass by, hidden in my inner world. And yes, I contradict myself. At all times. But that makes me feel alive. Recently, something happened that changed my way of seeing me. A little adventure, if you want to call her like this. But I better tell you that in the next chapter, because if I start now ... I don't stop anymore. For now, I just want you to know who I am: Lucy. A spoiled girl, shy and sometimes so outgoing that even me. Do not fit in a single label. And maybe that's the best I have.