Ouch.
I’m feeling guilty for not asking and I wasn’t even at that dance. 
I’m the girl that everyone invites out, asks to dance, asks out on dates, calls on the phone, wants to hang out with, but who doesn’t enjoy any of it. I’m the girl who will walk up to you and start a conversation, or see someone who is uncomfortable and do my best to talk to them and make them smile. If you want to laugh, I’m the girl who can always make you laugh at loud. I’m the girl who goes out of her way to make other people comfortable and happy because I know how it feels to not be. I’m a girl who’s cell phone number is on a lot of people’s speed dials, but who doesn’t like to talk on the phone that much and only has three very close friends, and a lot of aquaintances. I’m a girl who loves to go out to clubs and smoky bars and wild parties on the weekends but who is always in a small, smoky, crowded poetry reading on Monday and Tuesday nights, reading her weird poetry and enjoying the other, more weird poetry. I’m the girl reading in my favorite city park with a passed-out drunk and some pigeons for company. I’m a girl who doesn’t feel very understood and whose imagined life is always much better than her reality.
I’m the girl who always, always has a book to read, and is reading it at any moment when her attention isn’t otherwise occupied. I’m the girl in the student union reading some sad poetry and crying like a baby. I’m the girl who, in third grade, had to write a poem and chose to write about being abused; the girl who read it to the class and listened to shocked silence and realized that words have power.
I’m a girl who, when she meets someone who in some small way seems to understand her beyond all that surface junk, latches onto him or her and doesn’t let go. I’m a person who is searching for something every moment of her life, but who is not sure what she’s looking for. I’m a girl who like company but prefers to be alone and wishes the phone wouldn’t ring so much. I’m the girl who is attracted to men with dreadlocks and dirty clothes and a philosophical mind because they always seem to understand her best. I’m a girl who just doesn’t seem to fit in anywhere. I’m the girl people always seem to stereotype into a neat little space; they are always surprised when I break out of it. I’m a girl who can turn her happy, fun, exciting personality on like a switch, but who doesn’t feel free to turn it off around most people.
I am the girl who you either love or think is kind of annoying. I am the girl who raises her hand if she knows the question, and isn’t afraid to laugh out loud. I am the girl who is usually with a friend or two, laughing about a silly joke.
I am the person who never drives more than ten miles over the speed limit. Ever. And she who always uses the turn signals. I am the little white teenage girl who listens to rap booming out of her car, because it is her favorite kind of music, not because she wants to be cool. I am the one bustin out the bad dance moves at the stop light.
I am the girl who holds the door open for you, even if it’s awkward to do so, and you don’t say thanks. I’m the one who smiles and says “hey!” when I see you in the hall, regardless of wether or not I know you.
I am the one dancing only with her butt at dances. The one a buncha people laugh at.
I am the one who has to read some George Carlin before I fall asleep. I am the girl who will laugh for hours about something I find hilarious.
I am the girl who wants attention some of the time, but other times just wants to blend in. I am the girl who sometimes revels in making people I find snobby slightly uncomfortable.
I am the girl who listens alternately to rap, R&B, funk, and basically anything else…
I’m the one people like to say is the happiest person they know. I like to think it’s true.
I’m that girl who’s been on the SD for a long time, but just recently started posting a fair amount. The one whose post is now too long…
I am the stand-up comedian who loves George Carlin, and making people laugh for hours. I am the guy who feels the urge to propose to you now, and we can read George Carlin to each other until we fall asleep…
I’m the nerdy black guy who’s always got a book in hand. The guy with only a few close friends.
The guy that’s never sure if he’s raising his kids right. The guy always telling jokes, and trying to make people feel better.
The guy that always looks slightly pissed off.
The guy who finds it hard to speak about what he’s feeling.
The guy that will stand by you if you need me.
The guy that’s posting to a message board when he has work to do.
I’m just a girl who sometimes feels too old in my young skin. I’m the girl who sometimes laughs too loudly, cries a little too easily, and hurts a little too much. But I love harder than most people can imagine.
I’m the girl who hangs her bra out the car window and drives around topless, giggling in the wind and then scurrying away shyly when someone confronts me. I’m the girl who has trouble making eye contact, but once I make it, it never goes away. I’m the girl who has spent her life feeling that her legs are too long and her body too awkward, but who now wiggles gloriously with her entire long body and doesn’t care what shakes or jiggles.
I’m the girl who strives for understanding, who will take a moment to talk to the popcorn boy at the movies, to tell him he’s doing a good job.
the girl who can seem kind of bitchy and standoffish but who’s a sweetheart deep inside.
the girl who holds herself apart from others because she’s afraid of being not liked, even though she rarely meets anyone she doesn’t like.
the slightly overweight girl who thinks her eyes and hair are her best features.
“that religious girl” even though she doesn’t make a point of being very vocal about her faith, even though it’s one of the most important things in the world to her.
the girl who looks just like someone you know…you just can’t put a name to the face.
that quiet girl who has a really loud mouth once you get to know her.
I am the real quiet girl in public, but if you see her around friends you might hear her say something really weird (and shocking). It’s hard for me to make friends or to even relate to people, so you may see me with my head down walking past you. You may know me the whole year but have never heard me say a word to you. I probably don’t know your name.
I’m the girl whose musical tastes are Weird Al to Mozart; the mystical sounds of Enya to Garbage.
I’m the girl who you would never catch writing shocking things and may seem prudish, but find silly enjoyment in A Clockwork Orange, and own a copy of Caligula.
I’m the girl who goes upon first impressions, and wait for someone to prove me wrong if I find them incredibly annoying.
I’m the girl who took 12 years to adopt the attitude, “Who cares what people think?” and am now begining to feel free. I’m the girl who’s trying to teach that to her friend.
I am the girl whose every major decision in life is based on the fact that I’m hoping to have a writing career in the future.
I am the cynical girl. Too cynical, wry, and sardonic for people’s tastes. But I don’t care. I do and think what I want.
I am the girl who reads, has just bought her first home and was swayed by the fact that it had built in bookcases. I am the girl who needs to build more bookcases because I cannot resist a bookstore having a sale, or second-hand bookstores, or book-stalls markets…
I’m the girl who won’t meet your eye across a crowded room. I am the girl who watches her friends talk to complete strangers with apparent ease.
I am the girl who has forgotten how to flirt, who has lost the art of small talk.
I am also the girl who doesn’t like to dance.
I’m the guy you never notice on the street. Just some non-descript fellow, not handsome, not memorably hideous, just another faceless soul in a world full of faceless souls.
I’m the guy whose best friends are his two birds.
I’m the guy who doesn’t fit in. I’m not funny, not overly smart or knowledgeable, not gregarious. I’m the one who spends a good deal of time by myself, and enjoys it (largely because I have little choice but to spend time by myself, so I’d better enjoy it…).
I’m the guy who would rather read a biology text than anything considered “literature”. I’m fully aware of the “human condition”, thank you. I live it.
I’m the guy who gets increasingly depressed starting this time of year, lasting through Valentine’s Day, because I am alone, and have been for the past three decades. No family. Friends who have their own family and loved ones to spend time with. Me, I’ll be spending Christmas alone.
I’m the guy who doodles dinosaurs and decorates his room with tiger stuff (calendars, posters, plush animals).
I’m also the guy who, when one actually breaks through the defensive crap I’ve built up through the years, will probably be a friend for life.
And I’m not usually this depressing.
I am the wholesome Woman who lived in fear of doing wrong while I was young, and it continued. I am the one that always gives loving advise and accepts you as you are, especially when you fail. I love to root you on and be pollyanna. I am a nester and a mother who loves to take care of people. I am the one that loves to laugh and talk with people and SMILE all the time, but have sever anxity issues and I can not do much. I am the one that people feel bad for, but get irritated against over this condition.
I am a mother and Daughter and best friend.
I am full of hope and love… This of course is the nice side… The other side will asault you with the english lang. if you step on my toes. I have opinions and convictions and defend what I feel needs defending. I normally am for the underdog. I love animals and care about peoples hearts. I learned alot from my anxiety even if it is my enemy.
I am also the one that has way to many typos and should always remember and never forget to PREVIEW.
Sorry people 
I AM THE GIRL
I’m the girl who drinks a lot.
I’m the girl who loves cats but is allergic to them.
I’m the girl who’s not an intellectual.
I’m the girl who likes to do mixed media art sometimes.
I’m the girl who worships her dad.
I’m the girl who really honestly likes her life.
Hmm. Let’s see here…
No, no, no. Cut. That’s way past. (“Ah, but the lyrics do still bring a bittersweet smile, don’t they?” “Shut up, brain, or I’ll stab you with a Q-tip!” “You stole that from Homer Sim…ow!”)
I’m the quiet fellow, walking at a simultaneously lazy and brisk stroll down the side of the street, that you’ll not really see from your car as you zoom past, or sit drumming your fingers in traffic. I must look like I know exactly where I’m going when you do see me, however, because I seem to get asked directions, a lot. The problem is, I rarely know street names–I just know where I’m going.
I’m the quiet fellow, who often looks slightly amused, by a joke he’s not sharing. I’m the guy who squints to read small text. I’m the guy who makes occasional comments out of the blue, that sometimes amuse, and more often draw befuddled looks, from people not quite sure how to take them. I’m the one that’s very difficult to draw into conversation. I’m the fellow who doesn’t declare anyone a friend lightly, loves with silent fierceness, and is still working on the ability to forgive trespasses. I’m that guy who’s starting to feel that maybe, just maybe, he knows what he’s going to do with the rest of his life, and hopes he has the strength to.
I’m just this guy, is all.
I’m the one who would never have had the guts to post something like that,on my own, not because it’s not true, but because it’s too true, and I wouldn’t want any attention paid to it because that would just scare me shitless. Damn.
So, I’m also the one who doesn’t know if I’m better off for having learned to like being alone, or if I’d continued having a series of relationships that ended up going nowhere and just put me through a rollercoaster. Or worst of all, the relationships with people I don’t like much…I just didn’t like anyone else more.
I’m someone who doesn’t want my life to be a soap opera. I don’t want to be involved with your soap opera either. And, no, that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in love. Or people. Or relationships that last. But I haven’t seen one for me yet.
I’m someone who’s decided they’re not looking for a just a placeholder in my life.
I’m also the one who random strangers like to ask for advice in the grocery store. Sure, you can use instant oatmeal in meatloaf. And I don’t know what kind of squash that is, sorry.
I’m the girl who’s drunk right now.
Tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll be a different kind of girl. 
I’m the girl who debates whether to buy a $1.50 chocolate bar, but who unthinkingly plonks down $200 on a purty new top.
I’m the girl who eats the skin of kiwi fruits.
I’m the girl tottering around in sky high heels because she can’t admit she’s shorter than your average garden gnome.
I’m the girl who is incessantly sniffing throughout your exam.
I’m the girl hanging around with her friends because she’s a little too shy to approach other people. But she definitely wouldn’t mind being approached.
I’m the girl who has to take her sister to the doctor now. Bye!
I’m the college prof who’s always available for students even though it’s a hassle because she has no office; the only one of her family and friends who refuses to drive freeways; the young woman who will run off to Vegas or San Diego with a friend at every possible opportunity; the one that people always call for help, advice, to dump on and complain to; the one who dresses conservatively but drives a lean mean sporty noisy car; the one who can’t do anything halfway–it has to be “all or nothing”; the one who takes really good care of other people’s kids but isn’t interested in having any of her own; the one who isn’t one bit ashamed of her geek status; the one who tirelessly advocates for seniors, patients and employees without compensation; the one who mixes easily with people but doesn’t mind being by herself.
I am the guy who would like to live in the in the 1700s if possible. I do not like what technology has done TO human kind, although i like what it has doe FOR us. I am the guy who loves to explore, and hopes to someday visit Jersalem and Egypt. I am at home in the woods (forest). I am a hunter. I am the guy everyone comes to for relationship advice, or any kind of advice for that matter, even though i havent had a girlfreind yet (sad aint it?) I am an artist. Drawing and Sketching ease my mind. I am a great freind. I despise those who have no desire to learn. I hate ignorance. I am the guy who is quite emotional but never shows it. I am the guy whom you would never notice, yet i would know everthing about you. I am the guy who doesn’t love his father. I am the guy who whould give up collge just to be a mechanic and live a simple life.
I am the guy who often wonders, just how much longer I have to live. I am the guy who loves to write. I am the guy who loves to read. I am the guy that no one notices.
“All that wander are not lost” J.R.R. Tolkien
F. Justin Bennett