Ignore my overly flowery language and poignancy. I'm not really that serious a person, this is just the me that emerges in writing. In person I'm more likely to bounce and blush and babble... often blushing at whatever insanity I've just babbled.
I am me. I'm quirky, socially awkward but unfailingly friendly and compassionate. I don't always say the right thing, but when I say it, my heart is in the right place. I need to be heard... I'm usually fairly rational, but only if I don't feel like I'm being marginalized. Make me feel listened to and reap the benefits. I try to be a good person. I will always be a bit of a nerd and I will always be a bit of an animal freak. I try to believe in the goodness of humanity, though sometimes that is easier than others. I have a desperate desire to help others and to make others happy. I need to feel that I am of some use for making the lives of others better.
I'm passionate. This can have both good and bad aspects. I give of myself willingly and gladly. I go out of my way to make others feel like the treasured human beings I believe them to be. I also have my moments of falling to pieces... who doesn't? When it comes right down to it, I'm resilient and can be a rock for others, so long as that goes both ways. Hell, even if it doesn't, sometimes especially when it doesn't, for who am I to ever turn away another human being in need?