Hermit
I find lately that I've had so much time to sit and pick at myself that whenever people don't reject my company or compliment me, I automatically think it's sarcastic. I'm utterly shocked by the fact that my two friends often bicker who holds my hand, and still somewhere in the back of my head something tells me that I'm going to be conned or blackmailed by them, when that's very improbable. When someone addresses me, I at first disregard it because I'm so accustomed to generally only being gawked at for my height or ignored altogether. I wish I had a t-shirt that just said, "I am not ignoring you, I am an idiot who has spent so long in the corner of her room that she has forgotten that people can acknowledge her existence."
Also, today's the anniversay of the day Germany got it's act together, AKA joined with the east states officially, which included Prussia.
I don't know if I'm thrilled or if I want to cry, and I think it's both.