Okay, so here is where I talk about me me me…you’re bored already, right? I’ll make this quick. I write (fiction and non) and do some graphic design, mostly for a local non-profit but some freelance stuff as well.
Not long after I moved to my current city, I was describe to someone as being “bookish and odd.” At the time, I was a little taken aback. Not because it wasn’t true, since even I had to admit that it was a pretty good description of me, but because everybody here had only known me for a few months. Could it be that what I had thought of as a modest quirkiness was instead a beacon of oddness?
The thing is, I seem pretty normal to myself. But I would, wouldn’t I? I mean that Snooki person probably thinks she’s normal, right?