Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how my personality has too much surface tension, like water bulging just over the rim of a vessel that doesn't quite spill out. Most of the time, I am poised to flow into the world around me, but only if someone touches me and allows me to move.

This strange trait of mine is best demonstrated by the sentiments my classmates wrote about me in my high school year book. Flipping through the pages, you would think they were talking about two different girls.

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