Matt Antonelli
Ms. McGee
AP Literature
3/9/11
My Soul
The first thing that I will explain is my interesting little gimmick. The bottle that holds my soul is
well… just a regular empty Sprite bottle. The symbolism of it though is my way of dealing with emotions.
I bottle up all of my emotions and secrets, under pressure, until things become too much to bear, and I
explode. This ties into the picture of the volcano erupting which lies in the bottom left corner of my soul.
It represents my fiery explosions of anger when things become too much to bear. Once I explode my
anger keeps up, and consumes all else. I begin to snap at innocent people, and my vocabulary becomes
let’s say more colorful. The very interesting colorful swirl is also a symbol of my emotions. It is showing
the chaos and mixing of feelings that I often feel. My soul is always twisting between deep bouts of
depression, intense happiness, passionate love, fiery anger, etc… I have trouble discerning what
emotions I feel at many moments of the day, and it represents this confliction/confusing of this with the
swirls.
The picture of the large heart (yes it is the Grinch’s heart when it grew three sizes) is a symbol of
my overpowering love and passion for people. I experience an extreme sense of fondness for my friends,
and even more so for people I care even more deeply about. My love for these people often is so
intense that it hurts me when they get hurt. Basically I am an empathetic person, and I know you will
find this hard to believe with my insensitive view of suicide, but I really am. Because of my intense love
of my friends and family, it brings us to the shirt in the upper right hand corner with quite an apt phrase
on it. I try to protect my friends and family even if they don’t want it. I do my best to stop my friends
from drinking and drugs. I do succeed with a good number of my friends which makes me feel good, but
I cannot be around to protect and care for everyone. It has been quite hard in dealing with my brother
Timmy though. I have tried for months to have him quit all the nasty stuff he does, and I believe that I
have finally succeeded. Let’s hope anyway.
The photo in the top left of the people holding hands represents my need of human contact. I
need people to pick me up, support what I do, and to just be there if I need a hug. They are my
motivation, my support, my want, my need, my life. I confide my inner thoughts with certain people,
and this makes life so much more bearable, and keeps me going. I usually have quite a terrible work
ethic, and I know you can see that. Yet when it comes to group work were other people depend on me I
pull my weight to the best of my ability, unless there is some actual reason I cannot work on it. Since I
often tell certain people my inner thoughts and feelings I often get told many of their inner secrets. I
actually get told stuff by more people then I confide in. I guess I am a good listener, and I have been
called by many very trustworthy, and their trust is well placed. The picture of the Gringotts vault door
represents my ability to hold these secrets. Nothing I am told in confidence leaves my mouth.