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I am a strange person.  Probably abnormally strange.  Stranger than most at least.  I wake up and pretend I’m a snake or a raccoon or something else.  I play really weird Japanese RPGs.  I FX4 off of things, including my friends’ cars.  And curbs.  And things in the grocery store.

I’m also kind of insufferable.  I enjoy discourse, but execute it in such a way as to make most people feel attacked.  I’m sort of neurotic about things.  I will seriously defend the musical merits of The Beach Boys.  I ramble about Derrida and Nietzsche.

At one point, these were all faults, little parts of my personality that, when they inevitably leaked out, would make me catch myself.  But then I found someone who likes these things.  And it’s not even tolerating them.  At least, I don’t think it is.  And she has attractive qualities.  Things I like and remember and smile when I think about them.  And who knows?  Maybe I’ll be able to convince myself to give this just one more shot.  Third time’s a charm, right?

Conclusion: You can tell you’ve found a good person when they like the proclivities you’re most insecure about.