Since we don't know each other, I feel no need to formally introduce myself or greet you in anyway. Moving on. Since you don't know me here are some of the things you might categorize me as: SIut, Major Flirt, Kiss Up, Annoying, Freak, B*tch, Nice, Funny, Cute, Awkward, or just Strange. Some of these things, I am. Some of these things, I am not. And some of these things, I have been in the past. But you, kind (or not) Stranger, may believe whatever you wish to believe but you can not classify it as true fact until you really get to know me. But who am I to justify fact from fiction? I believe that nothing in this world is truly fact, and it is based off theories, which is based off of ideas, which is based off of the thoughts of a normal person like you and me. So maybe you are a kindred spirit, and maybe not, but we do share that in common. Well I'm done with my 18th century-ish type rant.
p.s. reading Hard Times by Charles Dickens for english = this.