I'm one of those people that confuse you from the get-go. I like going out about town, but I'm introverted. I read things about parts of the world I'll probably never get to. I can stumble my way through two written languages that are not that very useful. A fairly happy person who oftentimes forgets that fact.
I've been told I write well; in fact, I can give speeches that appear lyrical. The sad thing is that inspiration has not hit lately, as you can see by simply reading this.