I'm an introvert who's often mistaken for an extrovert. Strangers would call me outgoing and charming. Friends would call me reserved, thoughtful, and contemplative. Potential friends would value the oxford comma in the previous sentence and recognize me as one of their 'kind'. I'm a writer who's too young to be a curmudgeon about using a pen and paper for the first several drafts, but who's finally writing full time like an actual grown up. The nostalgia of letters that arrive in the post delights me. Dogs universally love me even though I've never owned one and they low key terrify me.