I have always been confounded by these little boxes where we are supposed to reveal a list of the most obscure things about ourselves that we can muster. These boxes seem so constricting. How do you condense even the slightest bit of a person into a box?
Maybe the process isn't as strangely sketchy as it seems. Could it be that these boxes serve some higher purpose that I have yet to fully understand, other than to mock us by giving us only so many characters to describe ourselves in?
- I like to sleep in the sun.
-By my standards, the color indigo is by far the best, because it's the one in the coloring box that everyone feared in primary school. Blue or purple? We'll never know, and we should stop guessing.
- If ever I seem graceful, it is merely an illusion.
- I'm more of a 'poly-chronic time' type. The notion that time is linear is such a drag.
There's a start. Can we be friends?
