Don't be a Regina.
I'm the type of person who doesn't care what people think about me. Sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes it's not so good. Here's an example of why it's a not so good thing... I've always been the person who doesn't really have great control over my mouth and over my emotions (I blame my Korean jeans for this one. I hear Koreans have feisty tempers). Growing up with 3 older brothers, I learned to be tough and how to defend myself. So once I got into middle school, I wasn't exactly the nicest kid in town. I kicked, I punched, I yelled, and hit all the guys in my youth group. If they made me mad, or just caught me on a bad day, then it got ugly. I knew they were probably stronger than me, but I didn't care. That didn't stop me from doing whatever I had to do to get my point across. I didn't care if I hurt them, as long as I made my point then I was good. Now that I'm older, I look back and realize...I WAS ONE HECK OF A MEAN PERSO...