All I know is that women secretly want me. Of course, they’re so intimidated by my powerful aura that they always try to hide it. But I can sense their deep longing.
Or maybe they just see me as extremely delusional.
Fat, hairy and menacing.
An eccentric rock.
Yes, they would have found me changed from many years ago when I was very verbal and flighty and into everything.
Bumbazine took mine, and said it much better than I could.
eager
I try not to think about it. I’m naturally somewhat paranoid, and trying to guess what people think of me will just feed it…
friends: very strange. Is fun to include because occasionally says witty things we find amusing. Trys very hard to be supportive. Negative attitude a mile wide.
world at large: grumpy. Invisible to all members of opposite sex.
I know people have seen me as stuck-up or snobby or bitchy before, because I’m quiet and shy and that’s easily misinterpreted.
My parents seem to see me as some raging nonconformist, to put it kindly. I’m really not, but as they’re somewhat provincial, they don’t realize how normal I actually am.
I’ve been called mysterious by more than one person. I’ve been called sweet on several occasions by different people, but I’ve also been called a bitch.
I’ve always wished I could somehow switch places with someone else and see myself through different eyes.
Many people don’t like me at first. And a lot of times they don’t give getting to know me a chance before they form their final opinion. Most everyone I know well now says they thought I was such a bitch until they got to know me. Now I’m a bitch they know better.
They don’t. I’ve never met a blind cave fish before. 
I come off as…well, naïve. Like, people will stop talking about sex sometimes if I’m in the room (at least those who don’t know me very well). I also come off as quiet. And, if I’m forced into a group-speaking situation, confident. Not in the quiet confident way, though; in the “I am determined to prove myself your equal” way. It’s amusing.