I copied my college test answers to succeed on all the tests If I was willing to share it, it wouldn’t be a secret.

You’re looking at it.

How many places have you lived in?

The game of life.

The only rich person I knew was, ironically, one of my two best friends who is the daughter of an extremely wealthy Canadian. She was wonderful even if a little naive and was always surprised enough at how differently people live that she would try to fix it. Probably an exaggeration, but if you did so much as tell her that a family she was staying at was saving money and using sporks instead of spoons and forks, she’s the kind of person who you’d expect to say “you can’t pay for silverware? In Upstate New York? That’s like Africa tier lifestyle. I’ll give you a thousand dollars to fix the issue, nobody should be living like this.” So she was kind of like a reverse form of uptight. She was also a devout Baha’i with Libertarian leanings, possibly with her father’s Masonic activities rubbing off on her, and aside from being made of money, was the most street-smart of us.

I mean yeah, one’s mindset may help, but you’re still in a world that dislikes things about you that you can’t change and which has no problem expressing that by radical means. I certainly wouldn’t say that if anyone were to go through even certain parts of what I’ve gone through, that it’s their duty to shrug it off. Sanity and insanity exist. At a certain point, I have taken up the habit of going full Marcus Aurelius and jotting down what many might call my evolving thought processes in response to each new development and evolving my approach, but, reminding many of us what kind of people I’m dealing with, they often say I’m being “too pragmatic” when I do so, as in I’m not worshipping the forms of intuition that serve them (and based on that conclude I must be wrong). And it should be noted that I’ve never been implying I mentally separate people between “me” and “them” when I describe my experiences, I’ve only ever been putting forth what the experiences themselves are like, with the actual chain reactions and thought processes that lead up to different parts of them being anything but simple, except in the case of the fact authorities typically side with me (even though they sometimes have to fake otherwise).

Not sure what you mean when you ask about background, but I’m a mixed race (part Scottish and part Pacific Islander) dual faith woman whose family has Kiwi origins that show up in our voices but also roots in Vermont, who has been known to attend an outsourced New-York-based grade school, and who is just old enough that she could finish her Human Services courses if she wanted to while getting a remotely sufficient diploma to leave with.

“Tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you are.”

It’s a saying used to express the idea people can be judged by what friends they have. It’s just false though, as it assumes everyone else judges each other for their differences. By the same logic, everyone here must be an extrovert because everyone here hangs out with extroverts.

It means they’re not trying to imply anything more than they’re saying. Just saying.

In what ways are you a TF2 celebrity? Did you voice any characters? Did you set any records?

For most of my life, me and a vast majority of the world have seemed to not see eye to eye. Not for any one reason; sometimes it boils down to peoples’ outlook on my past and their expectations of the mindset behind it, sometimes I can say it’s been based on prejudices (from my ethnic makeup to my medical condition to my spiritual traditions to my sexual orientation, I am not a great combo socially), and then there comes a point where I notice people dislike me simply because others do, so there’s also a self-fueling element I guess, where hate literally breeds hate. I also get flak for how I handle this kind of thing no matter what I do, such as bringing up that people in charge typically don’t see issue with me (tends to be a trigger when populists are in the equation), or ironically trying to make lemonade out of the lemons life gives me (for example, someone once accused me and another disliked person of being the same anonymous author, so one of us thought “well if we’re seen as the same person, people won’t mind if we make apologies on each others’ behalf for things”, only to be told after the first apology that “we don’t consider it genuine unless it’s done by the culprit”).

As a result of this, there’s a very specific state of mind my presence seems to appeal to (again, ironically including people who are actually in charge except when a punishment towards me cannot affect my whole experience in a setting, which has kept me from being gaslighted into losing my ethical agency by people who, in response, erupt into more anger at the idea I’m “appealing to authority” by using this to dismiss claims about my state of mind while they do so to the masses). I have, over time, slowly accumulated people who would be the opposite of this, and looking back, I couldn’t feel more tranquil at the crowd of people who I’ve come to know as my own, with a hospitality and mindfulness that makes even the nicest nations look slightly apathetic. As a result, if I find someone who fits, I am more than happy to invite them. The crowd gets a new member, and the new member gets a crowd. If you are afraid, I understand, but the offer is there.

A place to resort to if you ever want to refresh yourself on what a group of people who aren’t against you for the sake of it feels like. I’m grateful to have an island of kind, reasonable, and understanding people to call my social circle.

Hypothetically, if I invited you to my social circle, would you accept the invitation?

How do you usually make friends?

What fandoms are you in?

Well add me to that list, I’m relatively famous too. How many times have people recognized you out of the blue?

Do you know any other famous people?

ADHD (not a sufferer but it runs in the family). Imagine driving twenty minutes to work when, in the words of Shrek, you can’t sit still for five minutes.

Being a mom. I’m not even one yet and simply help a certain family au pair style, and the childcare part is like a balancing act fueled by attentive dedication and no room to screw up badly. I actually help with teaching, and that’s easier than getting out of that line of work to spend time with just two of the kids that show up.

What are the symptoms?

Are you multilingual?