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Who Is Samuel Jones: An Exploratory Series Revealing the Facets of a Personality (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


Facet 1: C.J. the Protector

C.J. is my family name. Only people who have known me since childhood would know, or even have the privilege, to use it. It combines the initials of my middle and last name: Chavess, Jones. This aspect of my personality is my protector. Therefore, it is the darkest and most callous aspect of who I am. Any pain or trauma is stored and archived within him. This way, personal pain does not easily spread to the rest of who I am. He is devoid of most emotion unless connected to memory, self-preservation or retaliation. C.J. has helped bring me through my life’s most difficult circumstances by tapping into his survival instincts and single-mindedness. His communication style is short and to the point and asks very few questions. He is the most subconscious and difficult part of myself to access. Only those who have hurt me the most have experienced this side of me.

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