So here you are; self assessment that isn't embarrassingly private, maddeningly vague, or otherwise fake, trivialized, or trying to present just the right face to get you to care:
I'm a lonely artist. I love to create and I love especially to create for others. I love life, and I pursue it with the stubborn integrity with which I pursue all things I value. I dream big and work to make the dull reality I exist in conform to those flights of fancy. I'm the kid who would come to a get together with nineteen suckers of widely different flavors so that no one could be left out, and everyone got something. I'm the teen that was obsessively polite to everyone regardless of color, race, body type, religion, or body modification. I'm the adult who delights in intellectual conversation, emotional interconnection, and the planning of hopeful futures. I am me; values, flaws, and all, and I am comfortable with that. Can you be?