I’m not shy. At all. I just don’t talk unless I feel like people want to hear what I have to say. It comes across as shy, or reserved even, but it’s an illusion. Edit: This does not mean I don’t get tongue tied.

I don’t believe in quid pro quo friendships.

A compliment on my hair will make me smile for a week.

Freddie Mercury (from Queen) was supposed to be my best friend. Good thing I believe in an afterlife.

I’m pretty strict about my bubble of space. But I like hugs.

I think that people are nicer than they let on.

I think your capacity for joy is directly proportional to your ability to accept it.

I’ll never hurt your feelings intentionally. If I knew I had, I’d probably cry.

There are maybe 5 people in this world who have an influence on how I think and feel, and can do it with a single sentence, or even an inflection of tone. They can make me feel sad, happy, pleased, angry or guilty. It can be a good thing or a bad one – depending on the person. There’s no common theme to this group of people except that they are all exceptionally intelligent.

I like using big words, but I don’t do it on purpose.

I remember the details, the offhand remarks that people think no one heard, what makes people laugh and the sideways glances. Edit: I’ve thought about this, and feel like a caveat is deserved: I’m deaf in my right ear. So I’ll remember the offhand comments that I hear. No promises on the others.

I can’t remember lyrics. I don’t learn things aurally. If I’ve seen them written down, it helps.

No matter who you are, I want to know how you think. You’ll be surprised how little I’ll judge you.

I love it when my bed is made. But fitted sheets are mean to me.

If I could, I’d solve your problems.

My greatest fear (more than sharks) is being the dumb one. I used to have recurring dreams that I was a CNN pundit, and everyone else knew the subject matter and I didn’t.

I love the Beatles songs where they’re laughing. (The title of this post is a Beatles Song – the live demo.)