Inside of me there are two wolves. One wolf that has a thousand friends and cannot stop talking, and the other only wants to go home, brew some tea, and curl up with a thick book. In terms of personality, I think my friend said it best: "You have the hearing, filter, and spatial awareness of my grandpa." The real question is, what am I not interested in? I simultaneously have far too many hobbies for my own good yet continue to accumulate more and more.