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Several theories about how birth order affects people's personalities have been laid down and examined. A few of which have been considered valid for numerous reasons. Below is a summary of Adler's theory:

First born/ Only child:

• are in danger of acquiring perfectionistic or people-pleasing behaviors as parents set high expectations for them.
• tend to be quite confident, controlling, diligent and mature.
• over-achievers, though not all.
• they are guided by a need to do the right thing and strives to make a difference in society.
• also experience being de-throned when younger siblings come along.
• like being the center of attention.
• often has difficulty sharing with siblings and with peers.

Middle born:

• may develop great social skills and have an easier time growing up with an other-centered point of view.
• knows what he or she is doing and tends to become very intelligent in their efforts to gain attention from siblings.
• usually quite talented, and their quest for perfection against their siblings can lead them to discover new and unlooked-for qualities, musically, academically, and theoretically.

Last born:

• is viewed as the party animal, the entertainer who is unafraid to test his or her luck.
• an endearing, delightful friend.

These qualities vary of course; they do not apply to every person in this world. We are unique beings, with different strengths and limitations. Thus, we need not have to rely on this list. This is just a guide. The choice is still on us. It's up for us to know how we could best relate to new people (or even to our dear old friends).

So what then is the point of this matter if this is just a theory and is not applicable to every one and to every situation? Hahaha! I just realized something...

Our differences make us at odds/ at ease with each other. These things either bring us together or tear us apart, which makes adjustment an extreme necessity. As much as we hate CHANGE, we have to deal with it. Changing does not necessarily mean becoming a different person altogether. It simply means adjusting rightfully to a situation as conflict arises.

Truly, change is inevitable and necessary. We just have to make sure that it is done with a legitimate reason, and with prudence. Before making any decision (big or small, short-term or long-term), we should look at both sides of the equation for we might have missed doing something very important (wrong position of the decimal point or an error in multiplication), which could lead us to the wrong solution and final answer. ;D

Hate it or love it. We are born this way...Come one, come all. Let's all make a difference! :)

cHoC-cHoC

Today a boy gave me a box of my favorite chocolate. The act was sweeet, but the chocolates were a lot more sweeter of course. I got a piece from the box, and started eating. The warm gentle flow of that sweet sensation trickling down my mouth (ooohhh). I took a bite (crunch.. crunch.. crunch!). It taste good that I just had to have another one. I kept on biting on the chocolate until there was nothing left. I opened up another pack of it, and started eating again. I ate and ate not paying attention to time nor space...Until my throat started to hurt. I payed no heed to it, giving sole importance to the sweet sensation it brought to my taste buds.

As I ravaged the sticky fudge down my throat, the pain started to grow. It lingered around and about, until half the pleasure I obtained from the chocolate already cost me a whole lot of pain. I want to get more so I just thought to myself that its pain for pleasure. More pathetic excuses to satisfy my craving, ahahaha! =p A few moments after, I noticed that I have already eaten a whole lot. A pile of empty chocolate packings stood beneath me. "Should I stop or should I continue?" I told myself. More futile attempts to rescue myself. The pull was so deep. I was attached. I was addicted... and I couldnt help myself. Theobromine is so strong. It held my desire to get some more.

Not long after, the pain perked up that I had no choice but to stop. I got the box and threw it away. Tears fell off my eyes as I said bye-bye to the box filled with chocloates. While I was crying a fairy appeared before me and uttered, "My dear child, stop crying. That box of chocolate isn't good for you. It was too much. Now, you just pamper yourself and rest. Wait till your throat heals, and then you can have another box of your favorite chocolate".

Relief came to me as I hear the sweet and comforting voice of the fairy. It made me think and wonder, " How could my favorite chocolate be so sweet and sickening at the same time? Why can't I resist its enticing flavor? Will I be able to eat them again after the painful struggle?" All these questions and a lot more realizations came to me as I ponder on the one and a half hour euphoria brought about by the box of sweet and creamy chocolate. *to be continued*