Hello?!? Are we talking about the same person? What? Did we just meet out on the street?
When I hear that word, an image of someone I know pops up in my head. Little girl voice. Constant pout. Constantly whining. Speaks in an oh-so-soft, barely a whisper type of little girl voice. The little girl act down pat. And somehow, THAT'S my idea of how a sweet person is. Which is something I'm averse to. *shudders* I'm loud. You'd know I'm around because you'd hear me. Especially when I'm laughing my head off.
Sweet = agreeable. Ugh!
I don't want to be agreeable.
I want to be a feisty little kitten. Or a kitten who thinks its a lion. The type who'll shake her fists at whoever does her wrong. Roaring away when pissed off or hungry. With claws well-made for scratching people's eyes out...well, not literally, of course. The type that people will think twice about crossing the wrong way.
Is it the smile? Is it the laugh? Someone tell me, so I'll put a stop to it pronto.
Oh goodness...I've CHANGED?!?