“So, tell me a bit about yourself.”
What you see is what you get, actually. I have a messy hair that goes crazy as it grows longer. I have really black eyes, and I’ve never worn contacts before. I don’t go to the gym; I never did and I never will. I love wearing tank tops; I used to own about thirty of them. I love myself a lot. I am my best form of entertainment, and I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have me. I am very expressive in some really passive-aggressive ways. I am mostly lazy, cynical, vindictive and idealistic. I am convinced that my highest form of intelligence is Intrapersonal Intelligence, followed by Bodily/Kinesthetic and then Verbal/Linguistic. I am more of a one-on-one rather than a “groupie” kind of person. I do suck with crowds. I just pretend like I don’t.
I developed this recurring existential crisis when I was a sophomore in high school. And I love it. It keeps me alive. Oh, and I also really love tigers and cats. There’s something about them that’s very pretty and ugly, and I like that contrast.
Man, I don’t wanna keep talking. I am a lot of things, basically. Just like everyone else.
But I really, really still want to talk more about me, and my emotions, and that really mysterious homeless-looking guy in the corner. Ugh, do you see now why I write?