(( NOTE: I don't always rate profiles based on my interest in the person; I rate them on how much I enjoyed reading them. I know ... I'm peculiar. So if I rated your profile 4 or 5 stars, nicely done - you either got me to laugh aloud or smile broadly. I also rate profiles as 1 star if someone says their "everyday me" is an internet photo of Noah Mills or some other actor or model. If someone is already that much of a fake, they deserve the low rating. ))
I do get cold sores. That may seem strange to put right at the top, but it is a test and a filter based on a recent conversation. It's a test to see who has actually bothered to read my profile. (I write a lot, I talk a lot. If that's annoying, then I'm annoying.) It's a filter for those who want sex. If your first thought reading that was how to have sex without catching it, you're not interested in ME and you'll be wasting my time and yours. /endgrumpy
Many labels can be applied to me. I'm a mother, sister, and daughter. I'm a software tester and a gamer. I'm a reader and writer and thinker. I'm a weight-lifter and a fast walker. I'm verbose, perhaps even pleonastic. I'm mathematically and scientifically inclined. I'm a natural loner. I'm INTJ, though depending on the day I can be INTP.
I'm something beyond all that - me. Most of those labels fit about as well as a hospital gown, and I don't use them to define or confine me. They might be useful giving us a starting point to talk, but the moment assumptions are made, I am likely to get slippery and break out of the cage of that label.
I'm a challenging mass of contradictions. I'm a realist and an idealist, pragmatic, grounded and a day-dreamer. I'm friendly with less close friends than fingers on one hand. I'm open about myself but hold many secrets close. I'm independent and prefer to be alone, but crave and need someone to hold close. I had three children, all adult now, and have not a maternal yearning in me. I'm either moving at full tilt or flopped lazily.
I don't do well at succinct summaries, so if you don't like to read ... how did you get here? (More seriously, if you don't like to read, realize that EVERY conversation with me goes like this. I can write 250-500 words in a reply without thinking.)
I've answered WAY too many of the questions here, even the brain-numbingly stupid ones. A hefty portion have explanations because the questions are too binary. I'm analog in a digital world, finding everything - even truth and facts - to be relative in a manner of speaking.
Have I scared you off yet?