14 thoughts on “Character Interview”

  1. Breakfast sandwich lover, cute dog, cute cat, animal lover, plant lover, a few tattoos, a few piercings, minimalistic, organized, neat, polite, quiet, no pork, turkey sausage, procrastinator, casually dressed, headphones in, what does she listen to, types quickly, very quiet, to herself, eldest sibling, eldest grandchild, educated, reserved, nonchalant yet passionate, curious, adventurous, loner, introvert, funny when you listen, lover, romantic, listener, empathetic, happy, shy, non-trusting, self-sufficient, eats pasta most days, a sandwich can do no wrong, content but wanting more.

  2. Mariela Gomez “Mary”
    26 year old woman with eyebags of someone older
    She works for an arts financier in the middle of nowhere, this job was basically a death sentence.
    She had a deceptive young look about her – everything about her was underdeveloped. She had stayed 5’2 ever since high school. She began to dress older because she grew tired of how they used that to belittle her. She sought to be an exemplary youth and not part of the rowdy crowd of newcomers.
    She tends to gravitate towards certain colors in her clothes. Brown, cream, orange and white.
    Some days she couldn’t stand up from her bed – everything was gray and empty. When she couldn’t push through those days she knew just what to say to the people at her job so it doesn’t reflect badly on her.
    After 5 years doing basic office work, she was finally moved to the financing department. She had to take care of investors for theatrical venues for the town. She doesn’t know how she got so lucky but she had an urgent need to prove herself. This opportunity could be taken away as fast as it got given.
    Her first assignment was to
    She smoked because everyone else did.
    Long silky black hair, when she lets it down which is rarely she looks like a princess
    Brown eyes that in the night look like two endless pits but at the first sight of light become soft & weak. Her mom once said “Deja de mirarme con esos ojos de carnero degollado”. In her country this means to look and beg for compassion. It’s a sinister way to get something from another person
    She hides her eyes behind cat eyed sunglasses. It doesn’t look strange when she wears them on sunny days just like any other fashionable lady but she never leaves the house without them on. In the office she wears a similar
    She is a passive onlooker of her world. In her job she passes the time listening to others talk. It gave her an insight into what others wanted to hear from her. She maintained an air of unknown that read as professionalism that allowed her to slowly rise in the company
    She never attempts to start a conversation
    She has one mole just under her right eye
    She resents people for the assumptions they make about her. She is not boring & probably has a more interesting inner life than any of them.
    She lost contact with the only friend she ever made after college – Donna. She might have been the only good person in the world.
    She has really complicated feelings about her.
    She had never fallen in love with anyone else. She hoped Donna would have just been a passing thing but she never stopped thinking about her – she would never admit that to herself. In her paintings, too many of her subjects looked like Donna.
    She has had relationships with men but she never felt attached to them. She noticed their flirting and she just played their game
    She loves to draw– especially faces. When she draws she feels a connection to her subjects. She is so good she can imagine sculpting their head with her hands.
    She has splayed all over her wall: magazines cutouts from vogue, postcards and pictures from travelogs. They were pricey books but she hoped that once she was old and decrepit she could go there.
    Her favorite singers were all Spanish. The type that pronounced their s’s with such intensity that they all sounded like snakes. She spent many Friday nights giggling at her imitations of Rocio Durcal.
    She is part of Duke University class of 1959.
    She grew up with her mom. She had been the most constant thing in her life. When she was looking to move for college they had some of their worst arguments. Despite everything, her mom let her go – she understood the importance of the opportunity
    She sometimes goes to sleep thinking of numbers & has a hard time separating her home life from work.
    The only thing she remembers sharing with her dad was cutting open an animal for a new year’s party
    Her favorite song is La malaguena by Trio Calavera. She first heard it in an old movie her mom was watching. She wants to someday dedicate it to somebody.
    She was one of the few people who lived in an apartment complex
    She wishes she knew how to cook – she even takes out many cooking books from the library with the hope she will pick them up someday. The only thing she remembers her dad doing was cooking for their family
    She has a small notebook that she carries everywhere : she puts anything beautiful she can find in its pages. When she opens it, sometimes pressed flowers fall out. She always has that black notebook with every book she reads. She writes down phrases that stay with her –
    Her favorite lipstick shades
    She always wanted a dog when she was a kid. She was making her own money now but she couldn’t imagine what it means to take care of another living thing. She couldn’t live with herself if she ever hurt such a gentle animal so she settled for houseplants. She talked to them like they could hear her.
    She fed the cat that lived in a dumpster near her house. She was thankful that it never attempted to follow her home. She wouldn’t know what to do if it did.
    Her favorite fruit was oranges and mangos, she could rarely eat them which only made them taste sweeter once she did. She wishes all of the corn rows would turn into groves – that would have been a heavenly miracle.
    She has an obsession with Shakespeare plays – her favorite is Macbeth
    She drinks more than she wishes. Her drink of choice is a martini.
    She is very meticulous about the way she looks. She knows all of her imperfections and has done plenty of research on how to hide them. Despite her insecurities she would never get plastic surgery. She was going to make the best with what she had.
    She has a lot of empty notebooks she doesn’t know what to do with them
    She doesn’t have any pictures of her dad but her mom always said she looked too much like him
    When she gets overwhelmed with life her rooms get very messy. With food going bad and clothes everywhere. When she snaps out of it she feels shame for letting herself go.
    Her mom was very Christian. She has very difficult feelings about religion : on one hand she despises it but she feels very calm everytime she enters a church.
    She knows that the only reason she is in the middle of nowhere was to be as far from her mother as possible. She never felt like her own human being. Even in college the ghost of her mother’s expectations haunted her everywhere. She cut contact with her mother a long time ago
    She wishes she had a sister
    She sleeps in just an old construction t-shirt. It might have been from a team building event
    She doesn’t drive – she still takes public transportation
    She is a little terrified of her own strength and how far her anger can take her. She still remembers the time she broke her hand when she punched a wall
    She dances by herself a lot – she does it pretty well. She wishes she knew how to lead.
    Her best friend is that old lady at the library. She is so unconditionally kind to her. She had been invited to dinner at her house many times. Her daughter killed herself 8 years ago. It broke Marielena’s heart when the old lady said she reminded her of her daughter.
    In the morning she has a very sensitive stomach so she just eats toast with scrambled eggs. When she wants something sweet she would drink chocolate milk, if not she would just drink water.
    The only thing she has that is precious is the silver rosary she got from her mom at communion
    Her favorite movie is Rebecca by Alfred Hitchcock

  3. Stephen Brown:
    Black male
    Straight
    6’5
    From Queens, New York
    Favorite subject is English
    17 years old
    Two older brothers
    Little sister
    Athletic family
    Tennis player
    Outgoing
    His favorite food is Oxtail
    He spends his weekends practicing and going to museums with his friends if there isn’t a sporting event taking place
    He attracts girls of all races, but he is really focused on the ones who have goals for themselves
    He plays video games, 2K, GTA
    His family is middle-class
    Both parents are in his life and his grandma lives with them
    His favorite music and rap and RnB
    His favorite type of movie is old black movies and crime
    He has dark brown curls with a fade under
    Slim build but has muscles
    My favorite vacation spot is Martha’s Vineyard
    Wears a silver chain
    Has a good sense of style, not a Niketech kid
    His room is light blue with grey bedding
    Loves to be outside
    Knows how to play basketball well but its jokes to him
    Only been in two fights in his life
    Loves to read about religions
    Was raised Baptist Christian
    Squinty dark brown eyes
    Long eyelashes
    Bushy eyebrows
    Mixed kid Mixed-looking European nose
    Medium-colored and size lips
    Scare under right eyebrow
    Tans well in the summer, like a medium brown shade
    Favorite tennis players are Joker and Kyrgios
    My favorite basketball player is KD
    Not a virgin
    3.7 student
    Wants to major in criminal justice and law
    Have teachers that look after him not because he is doing anything wrong, but because they just want to
    Family is Jamaican
    Will go out to parties with his boys but he doesn’t care about drinking that much fr
    Hangs out with all the basketball boys because of his brothers who both play D1 hat Big 10, ACC schools
    Size 14 shoes
    Most of his white friends are the ones at the tennis club
    Has a group chat with his tennis friends after school and most weekends
    8 UTR
    A rule follower
    Apologetic
    Love spending time with his family
    Loves taking care of his grandma
    He looks to his family for motivation even when its not always easy
    Doesn’t get a lot of sleep
    Drea school is University of Florida because he wants to be in a good location for tennis
    He would love to go pro in tennis
    He doesn’t know if he’s good enough to go all the way
    His dream is to have high-end training facilities for athletes in different cities, but also for minority communities
    My favorite color is a mid-shade blue
    Always wanted to play volleyball
    Hates hiking
    Hates spinach
    Loves graphic design, not to make but to look at
    He loves looking out the window on the bus and finding new spots of graffiti on the walls of the building
    His room is covered in posters, but not those cringy ones that ballers have on their walls of other athletes
    He’s always hated school dances
    Doesn’t take care of his curls unless his mo does his hair
    Favorite snack is movie theatre popcorn
    Favorite drink is lemonade
    Always has headphones on
    Has alot of cousins
    A gentleman
    Sneakerhead
    Hates the cold
    Allergic to kiwi
    Loves snowboarding
    Hates math
    Hates being around negativity and instead fin himself distancing himself with people to avoid conflict
    Never smoked in his life
    Has drank before
    Confident
    Doesn’t have to try around people, people kind of gravitate towards him
    Hates waking up early
    Hates zoos
    Only has a temper in sports
    Doesnt know how to cook
    Will eat anything
    Pretty clean kid
    Hates breakfast food
    Always wanted a big dog but only has a pitt outside
    One of those kids that have 3 posts on ig
    Doesnt handle conflict well
    Kinda antisocial when meeting new people
    Tiger is his favorite animal
    Hates liars
    Dads least favorite because no basketball
    Good hygiene
    Hates winter

  4. She is a woman of color
    She attends a predominately white college (Smith for example but most colleges are predominantly white so do the specifics matter, I am not sure they do)
    Her father is a blue-collar worker (something like a welder or a construction worker)
    Her mother is unemployed, and picks up odd jobs around the neighborhood, cleaning, delivery jobs, and things like that
    First generation student
    Her friend group is majorly white
    Yes she is a woman of color, but her mother is white, she just is not white presenting
    Grew up somewhere with more people like her, some kind of big city or something, her new college town is a bit of a culture shock
    Brown eyes
    Thick curly hair, think 3A or 3B hair type
    Her favorite food is pho, something she hasn’t had since being at college, she misses it
    Intelligent, but not in a natural sense, in the sense that she has to work every second of every day to be where she is.
    Very limited social battery
    Cares what people think, molds and matches the energy of the people around her according to their mannerisms, and does whatever seems most likable
    She falls for microtrends every time, with no consistent style, whatever is popular on the internet she wears
    Wants to stand out but not too much
    Has been at college for only a few months now
    When she left home after winter break she stopped getting texts as often from her family
    Has a younger brother
    Feels she has left the younger brother behind
    She doesn’t work currently, no bills to pay what’s the use
    She is tired of food service jobs
    She used to work fast food when she was younger to help with the rent
    After that she worked at a retirement home, she didn’t mind the job or the people it was decent pay
    She tried a few shifts at the college dining hall and hated it
    She wants a big girl job, something behind a desk
    Her walls are covered in art she has made of posters
    The clutter makes her feel good
    She also instead of a nightstand has half of the bed where she doesn’t sleep that’s where all her stuff that would go on a nightstand goes
    She has learned that it is called nesting she likes that term because it makes it seem much sweeter than it is because it’s not sweet at all it’s sad and depressing and kind of gross
    She is bipolar, and not actually in the way people mean moody or can’t make up her mind but like actually diagnosed bipolar
    Type 2 not Type 1
    70% of bipolar people drop out or don’t graduate, maybe she’ll be a statistic she thinks
    She also relates a little too heavily to all the bright places specifically the character Finch
    And on that note also Ian from Shameless, he too is bipolar
    On that note, all the Bright Places is her favorite movie of all time
    Cusses like a sailor
    Loves Sprite and Dr. Pepper
    Hasnt drunken soda in a bit though, something to do with weight loss and body issues
    She is really scared she will type me or my instead of she, very few of these are fictionalized facts though some are
    She has friends in college but is worried if they are her friends by choice or force
    Her favorite animals are monkeys specifically baby orangutangs
    She loves Bluey, yes it is a kid’s show and no she does not care
    Shes broke bones, both arms and one leg, no not all at the same time
    Her mom caused her to break her leg
    It wasn’t an abuse thing her mom was on a pogo stick and fell backward onto her and it was at a weird angle, an unfortunate mistake
    When she broke her leg the firefighters had to cut off her brand-new hello kitty jeans and it sucked
    She wears a skin suit
    The skinsuit is to help her fit in blend in be more like them, she just wants to fit in
    She doesn’t want kids if she does have them it won’t be like born from her, bipolar is inherited, and no one she claims to love should have to feel the way she does
    She got hers from her mom, the fear is not irrational
    Speaking of fears she is scared of everyone leaving some sort of abandonment issues
    On a lighter note she is also scared of mascots, you know like the ones with heads that come on and off, that one is irrational
    She wishes on dandelions
    She wishes on birthday candles
    Once she wished on a shooting star
    She isn’t religious but anytime she has ever prayed for something she has gotten it, so her relationship with faith is a bit weird
    She prayed when she got that fast food job, she lied about her age and said she was a year older, the boss asked about it when she got her ID, and she just kept lying, and prayed that they would stop asking and wouldn’t fire her
    They didn’t fire her, she worked there for almost 4 months
    She prayed again when she and her girlfriend got into a really big fight, one that was her fault, she prayed to stay together
    They stayed together and sometimes she wishes they didn’t
    She also uses crystals, that’s a kind of spiritual thing
    Maybe they work maybe it’s just divine intervention she doesn’t know
    She likes the crystals though, they’re pretty and make her seem interesting so she buys more
    Fall is her favorite
    It may be an ego thing because her birthday also falls in the fall
    Her birthday is her favorite holiday, she thinks it should be declared a national holiday
    She can sleep in any conditions
    Once she and her family had to sleep in a tent for awhile
    They got kicked out, she got the cot in the tent and the others slept on the floor
    Looking back she feels kind of bad that, she didn’t know any better
    She wrote her college essay about sleeping in that tent
    She also wrote about loving to read
    She has a dog
    The dog’s name is Junior, she hates that name and thinks it’s no name for a dog
    But she loves junior
    When she gets depressed, which is often, Junior is the only one to lay with her
    Once when she was depressed, she watched every single movie on Disney Plus in alphabetical order even the old ones and the documentaries
    She was Princess Jasmine for Halloween like 4 years in a row
    There are pictures somewhere of her in the costume over the years with her grandma and brother
    She also loves and misses her dance costumes
    Maybe she just loves dressing up
    She lies
    She lies about not knowing how to tie her shoes
    She can tie her shoes
    She just wants other people to tie her shoes for her, it is some sort of love language
    Very pretentious about music, name an artist and she will say she knew them before they were popular
    Simultaneously she doesn’t listen to very much music
    She listens to the same song on repeat for days until it makes her sick and then finds a new song to fixate on
    Her favorite artist is Billie Eilish
    She only started listening to her to fill in holes in case a lie she told would get uncovered
    Her girlfriend pays for her Spotify Premium
    But she pays for Disney Plus and Hulu so it’s even
    She sometimes kicks her girlfriend out of them if they fight
    But then they make up and want to watch something together so she says it was an accident, but it wasn’t
    This one time her girlfriend lied to her and they got into a huge fight, they even broke up for like a minute
    She thinks the minute should have lasted longer
    She loves her girlfriend
    She knows it takes strength to forgive
    But she does not feel strong.

  5. 18 year old boy
    brown curly hair
    brown eyes
    wide smile with a scraggly canine on his right side
    he played soccer in high school, he’s was not very good but the team loves him. broke his knee a few years ago, and it never healed quite right
    his favorite food is his mother’s sauce with bowtie pasta
    wears shorts during all seasons
    works weekends at the local Dunkin donuts
    becomes close with his co-workers who are all older and smoke weed together on their breaks
    his favorite holiday is Christmas because it is a big enough deal for his sister sophie to come home
    when his sister does come home, he asks her what she’s currently reading and goes to the library to get the books
    He dreams about graduating college with a degree in economics
    he believes his naturally intelligence will do the work for him
    he skips class at least 5 times a week to get high with his best friend Jessie
    He and Jessie have been attached at the hip since they were 5
    he resents his dad for saying that jessie is a bad influence
    he wakes up on Saturdays at 1pm at the earliest
    his favorite part of the week is friday night
    he sneaks off with Jessie to the liquor store to pick up a 30-rack of coors light, using his sisters’s boyfriend expired ID
    his favorite season in fall
    he loves living in new england because it means the changes of seasons
    he never had a serious girlfriend
    he thinks that he is in love with a girl from his introductory sociology class
    he never wants to hurt his moms feelings
    when he was a kid he would dance with her in the kitchen, but that stopped when he entered high school
    this past winter break though, he came home and spun her around to Nora Jones while his dad cooked dinner
    he drinks his coffee with cream and an abundance of sugar
    only washes his sheets once a month, at best
    he hates that his family settled into suburbia, but doesn’t think that he will ever leave
    the first week of his first semester, he got so drunk he peed on his floor
    he thinks his roommate is a prude who needs to learn how to let loose
    he’s addicted to prescription pain killers
    he got them from jessie who knows a guy who knows a guy
    when he broke his knee, he said he was in pain for much longer than he truly was
    he practiced wincing in the mirror so when he went to the doctor it was convincing
    he’s grateful for his mother’s trust in him that he’s a good kid, it makes it easier for him to get away with stuff
    he doesn’t eat breakfast everyday, but if he’s going to he eats a granola bar and a cup of coffee
    his job at dunkin has ruined bacon egg and cheeses for him
    his music taste is all over the place
    he almost always has his headphones on if he is not having a conversation
    he loves to hike
    when deciding where to go to college, he wanted to go somewhere that had an outdoors club
    he didn’t end up going the outdoors club
    he visited sophie on fall break at her new apartment in Boston
    he doesn’t think he’ll ever be as good as her, but that’s okay because he’s the baby of the family
    he loves the smell of the air right before its going to snow

  6. His name is Vic as in Victor or Victory.
    He is not very tall, but he wears boots with a 2 inch heel often
    He is almost always wearing layers
    He dresses formally everyday of the week – believes you should for dress for the job you want
    He prefers when his vest matches his trousers, shoes, and blazer
    He accessorizes with neckties and scarves
    He wears six rings everyday, sometimes on different occasions he’ll add a seventh
    He wears a silver analog wristwatch with an engraving on the back
    He carrys at least one hair tie on his wrist at all times
    He has black dreadlocks that land just below his shoulder blades – he’s been growing them out since he left “home”
    He takes pride in his looks
    He takes pride in his education and the knowledge he now possesses
    He reads copious amounts of text
    He carries a leather satchel with a cross body strap
    He prefers going to the library or used books stores rather than the new fancy type of bookstore
    He enjoys gray weather days
    He has a black umbrella
    He appreciates thunderstorms
    He finds a black cat and it follows him home – matches his energy
    He’s working on a manuscript
    He doesn’t enjoy small talk unless there’s an ulterior motive
    He prefers interrogation
    He enjoys profiling people’s behavior – reading them
    He finds talking to himself(or the black cat) easier than talking to most people
    He has friends from back home but they haven’t talked or seen each other in a long time
    He has one friend – his partner at work, Hunter
    He wants his job to matter, wants the work to matter
    He has an internal sense of urgency that is not apparent at a glance
    He reads to others like a very handsome, very confident, very assured individual who knows what he is talking about
    He takes pride in his persona – very few see him without it
    He is human, for now.
    He doesn’t like feet, finds them grosser than armpits
    He drinks black coffee at home but adds one cream one sugar when he’s out
    He prefers soy or almond milk but oat is fine
    He enjoys a salad for most lunches but will have a roastbeef sandwich on occasion
    He prefers to eat fish or chicken for dinner
    He has two pieces of toast with raspberry jam every morning
    He enjoys eating healthy, always has
    He stays in shape by doing excersie every morning before work and stretches every evening before bed
    He is 30 years old
    His house(cottage) is small but he doesn’t need much room for just himself(and the black cat)
    He left the commune 12 years ago
    He decided to settle down in one place since he never had before
    He’s been in the town now for 6 years – waiting
    He is beginning to lose hope of ever finding what he’s looking for
    He has enough to keep him occupied in his routine but it does bother him
    He doesn’t miss his parents as much as he expected to or did when he first left
    He enjoys sitting outside for hours with a book in hand
    He pulls at the grass absentmindedly as he reads
    There’s woods behind his house and a river with places to swim – he takes advantage of this on hot summer days
    He has a woodstove
    He doesn’t have house guests, usually
    His closet is small but well kept
    He is a thrifter and barginer
    He has a small garden in the summertime
    He likes to wear eyeliner and other makeup sometimes
    He’s made friends with the locals and is now a member of the community
    He keeps to himself mostly though – hermitesque
    He prefers to write at his typewriter that he keeps on his writing desk in the corner facing the window
    The view from his house is one of rolling hills into thick woods going north past the house and looks down into the valley(where the town is) going south
    The town has a decent sized port where a lot of trading and travlers come by
    He has windchimes hanging outside to warn him of visitors
    He’s fascinated by animal behavior
    He polishes his boots regularly
    He always flosses
    He enjoys shaving – keeps his beard trimmed
    He’s been on more dates in the last few years than people would expect
    His voice is velvety like a blanket you want to be wrapped up in
    He doesn’t sing but I wish he would – maybe he sings when he’s alone(or to the black cat)
    He has a full size bed with a comforter and quilt
    He didn’t let the black cat on the bed at first but has now allowed it – since he’d wake up and the cat would be on the bed anyway
    He writes letters that he has no intention of sending
    He has boxes of stuff tucked away
    He has shelves and shelves of books
    He does have tattoos, but he doesn’t show them to other people
    He spends time looking in the mirror noticing the tone he’s gaining from exercises and gardening
    He hates camping
    He doesn’t drink soda
    His drink of choice is whiskey or scotch
    He has enjoyed a beer before but can’t stand it in a can
    He has an armchair that he frequents often – he believes that a bed is for sleeping
    He is superstitious but in a different way than most people
    He has rituals for every day, month, and year. – they keep him on track and connected to the spirit world
    He can talk to ghosts, kinda, he’s getting better at it
    He has trouble sleeping because of the voices and people that try to visit him
    He can’t remember their names but he writes down what he remembers of their stories
    He thinks he is too busy to be lonely
    He doesn’t like kids but they find him facinating in town so they watch him from afar sometimes
    He doesn’t believe in superheros
    He does believe in demons
    He only showers these days
    He loves stain glass windows specifically in churches
    He is not religious but he is spiritual
    He doesn’t recognize Alora when she first shows up in town
    He does have a car but prefers to walk when he can
    He has glasses but only for his headaches
    He has one ear piercing and an eyebrow piercing
    He never gets sick
    He always carries a knife
    He’s been prepping for years for something to happen in this town

  7. She’s a senior at Smith College
    She has no idea what to do after graduation
    She wishes she could just stay a student at Smith forever and doesn’t understand why anyone would want to graduate and move on
    She might have a bit of peter pan syndrome
    She cant drive
    She’s an english major, but has pretty much taken a class in every department just to try them out
    Her favorite novel is Frankenstein, which she’s read in-depth for three different english classes since high school
    She loves cheese balls and orange soda, and not just because they’re orange
    She goes crazy for a trip to the dollar store
    She swam in the Lanning Fountain when it was still regularly filled with water
    She’s worked full time over the summer before, but hates it
    She loves Smith parties, in all their awkward glory
    She values transient relationships and enjoys having deep conversations with people she has just met and may never see again
    She enjoys being barefoot, especially on soft ground outdoors
    She never got over a fear of judgment from “adults” and maintains an entirely different, more likable personality for the adults in her life.
    She does digital photography as a hobby, but thinks developing film in a dark room is way too much work
    She makes matching friendship bracelets for all her friends, and uses this as a way to turn acquaintances into closer friends
    She loves posting on Instagram and using it as her own personal scrapbook
    She gets extremely stressed out by her friends who don’t use social media and worries about losing touch with them.
    She’s generally a crafty person and often participates in workshops and craft projects that result in the accumulation of more clutter
    Her walls are completely covered in sentimental papers collected throughout the years (cards, playbills, posters, tickets…)
    She has a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals, which her parents dislike and find immature
    “Going on an adventure” with a friend is an incredibly exciting activity for her, even if this means riding shotgun while you do errands
    She gets extreme FOMO and finds it hard to do homework if she knows there’s a fun event or party happening
    She’s always up to date on the Confesh
    She works in the campus mail center and uses it as an opportunity to meet new people and make friends with students
    She started college during the pandemic
    Her high school senior prom and graduation were canceled due to the pandemic
    She’s pretty awful at planning ahead and seeing the big picture
    She does not care about her professional career
    Her ideal lifestyle is traveling the country and living in a van, but she gets a sense that this isn’t a responsible decision
    She is 5’6”
    She is sometimes very awkward in 1-on-1 conversation, but mostly just because she is constantly monitoring herself to try to keep the conversation enjoyable and avoid awkward pauses
    Needs something to hold in her hands at parties, never knows what to do with her hands
    When she’s upset, she’d prefer to go out on a walk for distraction instead of staying inside her room and spiraling
    She watches a lot of coming of age movies, even if they’re corny
    She really enjoys the Smith Archives and tries to work it into her assignments so she has an excuse to rifle through the old photos
    She goes all-out decorating her dorm with lights and comfy furniture and wall decor, which takes forever to put up and take down
    She enjoys hosting her friends in her dorm and always has drinks, snacks, places to sit, and extra fuzzy blankets on hand
    She has a rock collection and tries to remember where each rock is from
    She prefers faux flowers to real ones, since she wants to keep them forever
    She may have a small hoarding problem
    House free bins are one of her favorite parts of smith culture; she often entices her friends to go on “free bin crawls” around spring cleaning time
    She’s an observant person, both of people and her surroundings
    She has way too many Spotify playlists, and they’re so disorganized— she just keeps making them on a whim for every emotion and scenario she experiences
    She cannot start her day without coffee, and definitely needs the caffeine for the long days of work she has
    Houseplants make her anxious; she’s always worried they’ll die
    She doesn’t get as much quality sleep as she should
    She uses Google Calendar pretty obsessively to ensure she doesn’t miss any events or classes
    She still listens to the same bands she listened to in middle school
    She had a few rough break ups her sophomore year, and largely stayed away from serious dating after that
    Her ideal day would involve seeing all of her friends and not having to focus on schoolwork
    She really likes early 2000s girl pop, especially at parties. She thinks pop music has gone downhill since.
    Junk food is her vice, especially cheap dollar store junk food
    She’s a Pisces
    She never really had a dream job, or had an answer to “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
    She’ll stop at any claw machine if she has the time and a dollar
    She loves swimming in natural bodies of water way more than pools
    She’ll gladly ruin her sleep schedule to spend time with friends
    She misses and admires her grandma, who died when she was young and was incredibly funny
    She feels some level of disconnect from her parents, like they don’t really understand her
    She felt she didn’t really fit in with the kids at her high school and didn’t make any super close, long-lasting friendships
    She started easily making serious strong friendships once she got to college and it changed the way she views relationships with all people in life
    She is a lesbian, which made it harder to fit in in high school but made her feel very at home at Smith
    She loves severe temperatures and weather— cold snow and hot sun
    She studies “weird” areas of history in class and in her free time, like the witch trials
    The follows the @depthsofwikipedia page on instagram and thoroughly likes each post and everything she learns from it
    She considers sharing fun facts a surefire form of bonding
    She can’t pick a favorite color, or a favorite food. Her answers always change to whatever she’s craving or appreciating in the moment.
    Quality time, acts of service, and gift giving are major love languages to her
    She’s academically a jack of all trades, and is moderately good in most subjects but not highly interested in pursuing any of them for pay
    She does not lack motivation and readily picks up any part time job she can convince herself is “fun” (but doing it full time would be far too boring)
    She has way too much clothes and way too many pairs of shoes in her dorm closet. They’re mostly from house free bins or destined for free bins by the end of the year.
    She’s super interested in tarot and always wants to get a reading when she sees one being offered
    She’s vaguely spiritual, but doesn’t practice a specific religion
    She totally believes in ghosts, and her combination of occasional auditory hallucinations + bad vision helps support this belief
    She sometimes gets roped into internet arguments when she can’t help herself, but tries to limit herself to two internet fights per year
    She’s far more critical of herself than she is of others
    She enjoys silent company
    Her social battery can be drained quickly if she is asked too many questions or feels forced to emote a lot
    To calm down, she sometimes sits and watches the crabs in the Burton aquarium
    She feels a strange wistfulness about statues and always wants to know more about them
    She has wavy hair and is thankful for this excuse to not brush it daily
    She does not shower as much as she knows she should
    Once every few weeks, she frantically remembers the friends she needs to keep in touch with and sends them a flurry of texts
    If she can’t see something, she forgets its there
    Her room is a complete mess, usually— keeping it straight is not a priority
    One of her personal goals is to try harder to give her friends personal cards with their gifts for holidays and birthdays; she holds onto every card she receives.
    She is an only child, and her cousins are all 7+ years older than her
    She’s really into common creatures native to the local ecosystem, and will joyfully stop to observe a toad or turtle going about its day
    She usually enjoys being able to overhear conversations, especially if they’re silly or mundane
    She had braces until middle school
    She’s trying to make it through her entire senior year with just her single last remaining pencil
    As a bad habit, she falls asleep watching TikTok— but otherwise she would just stare at the ceiling for hours
    She loves movie nights and is willing to watch anything once with her friends, even though she can’t stand musicals or horror
    She loves Valentine’s Day despite being single for years and makes a big production of giving Valentines to all her friends
    She used to enjoy cynicism and dark humor in high school, but has since matured out of it
    After a few unhelpful crisis appointments at the Schacht center, she instead follows her own coping method: laying down inside the bowl of the Lanning Fountain
    She is usually a very paranoid person about walking around alone in the dark, but has relaxed on Smith’s campus and stopped walking around with mace in hand
    Still, she never walks around with music playing in both ears— who knows what she could miss?

  8. She just turned 21 years old
    She is an ambivert
    She is a junior in college.
    She was homeschooled her entire childhood, so most people call her sheltered and naive, which she hates.
    Her friendships are shaky, but only she knows it.
    She loves all shades of purple.
    She is training a puppy to be a service dog.
    She has a younger sister.
    Her younger sister is the closest friend she has ever had.
    She has always wanted to travel the world.
    She thinks the combination of mint and chocolate is disgusting.
    She goes to parties but doesn’t “party” (she would rather stay home).
    She loves studying outside.
    She loves that trees change colors and the way snowflakes look as they drift to the ground.
    She wishes it would be eternally summer everywhere.
    She has never tried coffee, but loves its smell.
    She is afraid of elevators.
    She has always wanted to learn how to play a new instrument.
    She loves taking care of her plants.
    She wants to have a dance party under the stars (but for just her and maybe one other person).
    She must always have her favorite snacks.
    She has big dreams for her first apartment.
    She loves going hiking and camping.
    She doesn’t feel like she can really be herself around her friends.
    She wishes she could be herself around people.
    She is a songwriter.
    She loves digging her feet into sand at the beach, but despises cleaning them off afterwards.
    She doesn’t understand why people don’t say thank you when they should.
    She loves baking, especially bread and desserts.
    She is a photographer.
    She loves watching the sunrise (and getting up early just to see it).
    She loves to read,.
    Even more so, she loves the esthetics of her bookshelf.
    She has journaled every night since the start of fourth grade.
    She was the “official” photographer for her family’s quarantine activities.
    She loves to draw.
    She will often lie under trees, look up, and draw.
    She has never broken a bone, and never plans to.
    She loves drinking tea (non-caffeinated).
    She enjoys doing yoga in her spare time.
    She is a climate activist, or at least likes to think of herself as one.
    She thinks about futuristic scenarios.
    She wants to live in a treehouse someday.
    She likes to garden.
    She thinks fawns are the cutest baby animals.
    She plays the guitar.
    She thinks fairy lights are the most magical thing ever invented.
    She has a newfound obsession with Uno.
    She has volunteered at a nursing home.
    She loves doing jigsaw puzzles.
    She has dark brown, wavy hair and green eyes.
    Her cheeks are peppered with freckles.
    She neither identifies as short or tall. She’s somewhere right in the middle.
    She has a great sense of fashion.
    She often thinks about what sleepovers would have been like because she didn’t have any as a kid.
    What she pictures happening at a sleepover is what she wants from a friendship, but doesn’t have.
    Her favorite flower is a sunflower.
    She loves earth-toned colors.
    She is a good listener, but wishes someone would listen to her.
    She is very organized.
    She likes listening to music.
    She loves kids.
    She worked as a camp counselor over the summer.
    She doesn’t understand why students would choose to torture themselves with organic chemistry.
    She enjoys braiding/styling other people’s hair for fun.
    She doesn’t have her driver’s license.
    She loves ice cream.
    She hates the nails on a chalkboard noise.
    She only writes in pen.
    She likes the way the sun reflects off of water.
    She doesn’t understand all the hype around homeschooling when the pandemic started like it was some mysterious occurrence.
    She has a fear of ambulance sirens.
    She is strongly against clothing with stripes or polka dots.
    She loves soft, fuzzy blankets.
    She likes wearing headbands.
    She has a very calm, chill personality.
    She likes writing poetry.
    She wishes people wouldn’t assume things about her that aren’t true and speak for her.
    She always takes meticulous notes on paper, never typed online.
    Her handwriting is really good, but is big enough to read. The perfect combo.
    She works in the campus’ quaint cafe, preparing coffee that she will never try, just because she likes the smell.
    When she isn’t working, she will study in the cafe, sometimes observing the other students around her. She always orders tea.
    She is a really good singer, but has never shared her talents.
    She only sings for herself, and has never sung anything for an audience.
    She has a notebook full of her songs, but only she has seen inside it.
    She plays on her school’s soccer team: a midfielder.
    She is a great soccer player, but never gets the chance to play because other members of the team are favored over her.
    Though she likes purple, green is her favorite color.
    She didn’t have any social media accounts until college.
    She used to sing with her sister, but they are separated by over a thousand miles now.
    During the pandemic, her family fostered puppies.
    There was an old climbing tree in her backyard at home.
    She is ambidextrous.
    She hates cliffhangers.
    She is a perfectionist.
    She likes alone time.
    She has never played a video game.
    She likes to avoid stress.
    She misses her family, and often thinks about them.
    She is lonely.

  9. She works as a theater writer/reviewer for a NYC based publishing company
    She’s 26
    She lives in a one bedroom apartment in NYC.
    She dislikes eye contact. When speaking with someone she’ll look at their forehead instead. She does this partially to avoid developing any sort of attachment with the person she’s speaking to.
    As a reviewer/critic she tries to force herself to be neutral and detached from everyone she works with as she knows she feels guilty if she has something negative to say about something someone she truly knows worked on.
    She prefers cold foods, like salads. Her favorite is caprese salad.
    She enjoys doing extravagant makeup looks and fancy hairdos, not because she’s self conscious but because she simply enjoys extravagant fashion and how it makes her feel cool and powerful. Her morning routine involves spending two to three hours on hair and makeup.
    Even if she doesn’t plan on leaving the house for a given day she’ll still usually do her hair and makeup.
    The bottom floor of her apartment complex has a coffee shop that she goes to every morning to get an iced coffee with a fair amount of sugar in it.
    She doesn’t just write reviews and critiques but also rites on general theater news. She isn’t often made to do interviews and she prefers not to do them.
    She always keeps a bedazzled pen on her. If her outfit has a pocket she’ll keep it in there if not she’ll keep it in a purse.
    Her pen is a comforting item for her; it was a souvenir she bought the first time she went to NYC.
    Her purse usually has mints, a notepad, a pocket mirror of some sort, various makeup items, her wallet, and a bottle of Advil in it.
    She deals with migraines and often has trouble getting her prescription for her migraine-relieving pills refilled.
    She prefers nightgowns over pajamas. She only wears one pair of pajamas, a festive pair with snowflakes and candy canes on it she got as a Christmas gift from a colleague
    She usually makes herself either yogurt or a smoothie for breakfast. Her preferred flavor is blueberry and she always includes them in her smoothies.
    If she is having non blueberry yogurt she’ll usually sprinkle some blueberries on top of the yogurt.
    Her apartment is pretty minimalist in style, she doesn’t like having too much clutter and prefers things to be neat and geometric, sticking to a color scheme of various blues and whites
    She has a wall with all her playbills framed that she likes to show off whenever people come over, taking pride in her theater experience and knowledge.
    She’s a pretty introverted person; She’s not shy, she has good people skills, she just gets more enjoyment out of being alone.
    She was raised by her single father who she is fairly close with
    Her mother died when she was just a toddler, so she doesn’t have any memories of her.
    Her mother and father met through college theater.
    She keeps a picture of her parents when they were in their college’s production of “Guys and Dolls” together framed in her apartment; she cleans it every week
    She does all of her weekly chores (dusting, sweeping, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, etc.) on Sunday, usually right after breakfast so that she has the rest of the day free to herself.
    She tried getting involved in theater in high school but didn’t really enjoy it. She didn’t like the physicality of it and the social aspect of it. Rather than being in shows she prefers watching them, enjoying the sensory experience of being an observer, but not an active participant.
    She prefers to be upfront and honest, not beating around the bush, especially with her theatrical critiques. Part of this is because she knows she isn’t a good actress herself, so she’d rather not lie, be caught, or have to extend the conversation by saying things slowly and inadvertently. She’d rather just speak her mind and have it be done with, especially if it’s a critique of a show that she sees potential in and wants to see improve
    She wakes up at 6 am on every workday, 8 on non-workdays, and goes to bed at 10. The exceptions to her bedtime are more frequent since a lot of evening show viewings end later than 10.
    She has a workout bike in her apartment that she rides for at least an hour everyday. She usually catches up on shows or movies while biking.
    When it comes to theater she likes all genres, caring more about the craftsmanship and quality of the product then its content.
    When it comes to shows and movies she prefers lighthearted sitcoms that don’t require her to focus on the plot or analyze too much, as she already does that for work
    When picturing the future she sees herself doing the same thing she’s doing now. She knows of reviewers and critics much older than her so she knows it’s possible to make a lifelong career out of writing about theater.
    She hopes to work for a larger publisher that would give her the mans her to travel across the world and get her into shows in other countries
    She gets frustrated when she needs to explain herself or when something unexpected happens, usually letting out a sigh and touching her forehead, as if expecting a literal headache to follow her metaphorical one, while tapping her foot to make sure her frustration is known to the world
    She usually has dreamless nights or generally uneventful dreams that she doesn’t remember upon waking up. When she does have a notable dream it’s usually a nightmare. She once had a nightmare where she brushed her teeth so hard that her mouth began to bleed and all her teeth fell out one by one, after that she started being super aware while brushing her teeth, being gentle and always buying soft toothbrushes
    Since she tries to maintain a detached and neutral front when dealing with people her coworkers often come to her to rant or complain
    She’s an atheist
    Her favorite season weather wise is summer
    Winter is her favorite season in terms of aesthetics
    A round the transition from winter to spring she makes a yearly habit of buying winter decorations once they’re on sale
    She experiences emotions normally but usually doesn’t wear them on her face. If she went to see a comedy show that was well put together and well written it’s likely she’d find them funny but just wouldn’t instinctively/subconsciously laugh outwardly. The only exception to this is that she cries easily at stories with touching familial relationships, no matter how cliched they are.
    She loves Jane Austen and Bronte sisters books; she has fancy copies of many of their books with a hardcover floral design that she displays in a shelf in her bedroom
    Her favorite book is wuthering heights by Emily Bronte
    Her favorite song is wuthering heights by Kate bush
    She grew up in a suburban neighborhood in Rhode Island, her dad still lives in her childhood home
    Her dad works as a therapist and has for as long as she can remember
    She had a close friend from middle school to college. Her friend was extremely passionate about acting and singing and wanted to make it to Broadway one day. She liked the immersion of theater, but unlike my character she liked immersing herself as being an active member of the world not just an observer.
    Her friend died in an accident in their last year of college. Part of why she doesn’t like interviewing actors as a part of her work is because she’s scared to see her friend in the actors she meets
    Kate Bush is her favorite musician
    She has a fear of getting attached to people, knowing that they could be lost in an instant
    She likes wearing dresses and skirts
    She usually wears a petticoat underneath her skirts and dresses
    The first show she ever saw on Broadway was “Annie”
    She’s exploring her romantic orientation. She’s considering the fact that she may be aromantic
    She can passionately rant about her annoyance with the vast amount of book or movie adaptations on Broadway if prompted
    She frequently dies her hair either silver or a light blue (depending on the month)
    Her natural hair color is a dark brown
    She doesn’t plan on ever moving out of New York City permanently, but she would love to spend a couple of months or years living abroad if she had the ability
    Every Christmas she drives down to Rhode island to spend the holiday with her father
    Her favorite holiday is Christmas, largely for aesthetic reasons
    Her father’s favorite holiday is Halloween and as a child he would always help make her costume
    She is friendly with all of her colleagues and goes out for drinks with them once or twice a month, but she is not close enough with any of them that she’d consider them a friend
    She’s always wearing either socks or slippers when walking around her apartment
    She enjoys spending money on herself when she can, particularly on pretty clothing or makeup items
    Her living room, kitchen, and bedroom are all clean and lack any clutter, but her closets are extremely cluttered and she has a bad habit of just shoving things in them
    She prefers fruity teas over floral teas
    After years of taking notes on the shows she’s reviewed she’s become adept at taking notes in the dark
    Her looks take more after her father
    She worries that her father is sad that he can’t see more of her mother when he looks at her, feeling guilty that she can’t act as a remnant left behind by her mother after she died
    When she sees shows on her own time rather than for work she still writes reviews on them and uploads them onto her personal social media profiles
    If she had to change her career she’d like to be an English professor
    She majored in English and minored in French
    She has a box filled with pictures of and mementos relating to her deceased best friend under her bed; she likes to think of it as a way to connect her and her friend in her dreams
    She has trouble focusing and writing when its quiet so she prefers to have background noise like the idle chatter of her coworkers or music playing in the background
    She hums songs in the shower
    She’s left handed
    If a piece of media she has engaged with has a piece of jewelry available as merchandise she will buy it
    She liked my little pony growing up, her favorite pony was Rarity and her best friend’s was Twilight Sparkle
    She tries to read at least two books every month
    Her favorite shape is a four sided diamond
    Her ideal day would include rereading Wuthering heights as she sits by the window and watching snow fall outside while warm and cozy inside with a cup of fruity black tea and listening to musical songs playing faintly in the background
    Her favorite color is blue
    Her favorite scent is lavender
    When she gets overwhelmed she takes a break and rewatches a show or movie she enjoyed as a child
    She has trouble expressing her emotions through actions, preferring to express them through words
    When she’s sad she spends more time on her hair and makeup then usual
    If she had a larger apartment she’d start buying posters of the shows that she sees
    When her dad visits she lets him sleep in her bed and she sleeps on her couch instead
    She uses Duolingo everyday, she has a five year long daily steak on the app
    She finds great comfort in having a consistent schedule
    Her profile picture online is a picture of her
    Her phone wallpaper is a picture she took of a pretty winter day when visiting her dad in Rhode Island one Christmas
    Her computer wallpaper is a geometric design with blue and white diamonds
    She has decent self defense skills from a self defense class she took in college
    She carries a bedazzled can of pepper spray with her whenever possible
    Her body temperature runs cold
    She’s allergic to cats
    She sometimes wishes she believed in a greater being or religion and could garner the sense of comfort from it that many believers do
    Up until middle school she slept with a white cat plushie
    While she prefers cold drinks and food the majority of the time, she prefers milk warm

  10. She cusses more than she thinks she should, but it’s more of a quirk than a bad habit at this point.
    She knows that life is what you make it.
    She’s superstitious in many different directions, goes to church every sunday, but also frequently gets tarot readings and does esoteric rituals with herbs and candles.
    Oftentimes she isn’t in a talking mood, but needs to be around people anyway.
    She cracks her knuckles. Loudly.
    She enjoys a witty pun, a clever saying, and a very short poem, read aloud.
    When she’s friends with someone, she’ll sling an arm over their shoulder when she really needs them to listen.
    The only time she can sit still is the moment before she throws a punch.
    She was diagnosed with severe dyslexia when she was ten.
    She likes spring, when you can neither freeze to death nor bake in the heat.
    She likes to be up and moving, there isn’t a moment she’d rather spend thinking than doing.
    She used to be on the cross country team, but got kicked out when her grades dropped too low.
    She runs around the field at night, when no one else is around.
    She doesn’t think highly of herself at all, but she doesn’t give other people much credit either.
    She’s got a very specific fear of putting her hands in places she can’t see them, like the holes in desiccated tree logs or in tight crevices, like the space behind her bed frame.
    The last time she cried was when she was twelve, in the cemetery behind the church.
    She’s got a couple odd theories about what happens after we die, and she’s more excited than nervous to find out if she’s right.
    She’s worried she can be a bully. It’s part of the risk of coming on too strong.
    She loves referencing pop culture, and has the uncanny ability to quote lines from media she’s never seen before.
    She climbs trees and statues for fun.
    She can’t stand people who spit on the sidewalk.
    She’s got the sense of smell of a bloodhound
    She’s a pretty good conversationalist, all things considered.
    She values discretion.
    She wishes she were less irritable.
    She talks with her mouthful, and chews with it open if anybody points it out.
    She won’t go anywhere without her green army jacket.
    She’s got two brothers, one older and one younger. She’s protective of both, but her younger brother is embarrassed of her.
    She’s befriended a specific racoon at the gas station.
    She’ll go “missing” for a few days, but comes back with really funny stories. Half of them are true.
    She was a chubby baby.
    Sometimes she says offensive things, just to see how people react.
    She never feels self conscious at the moment.
    She’s great at apologies when they really matter to her.
    Surprisingly enough, teachers like her. She raises her hand and asks good questions.
    She wants to buy a van and live nomadically. That, or ride the rails.
    She likes sardines on pizza.
    She remembers stealing a couple twenties out of a wallet she found on the sidewalk. She’s still ashamed, but she got to eat and that’s what matters.
    She believes in love, and that certain people can do it, and that certain people can’t.
    Her drink of choice is a glass of milk.
    She doesn’t kiss and tell, but people know she gets around.
    She looks for fights, and she finds them.
    She can’t stand the smell or taste of coffee.
    She got a library card to look at the illustrations in bird watching manuals and art magazines.
    She cut her own hair her whole life, and began shaving it all off at the age of fourteen.
    She lied about her age when applying to work at the gas station, and consequently got stuck with the night shift.
    She won first prize in a local art competition when she was sixteen. It’s the most proud she’s ever been of a fifty dollar coupon.
    She doesn’t plan on attending high school graduation.
    She loves any kind of fruit, but specifically oranges.
    She has a very well kept dream journal.
    She wants to visit New Orleans.
    A blue jay once landed right outside her window, and she still remembers the moment it looked into her eyes.
    She loves Billie Holiday and blues music.
    Her favorite meal is a pork chop on top of mashed potatoes, covered in gravy.
    She feels most at peace while trying to draw a room.
    She loves Saturday mornings. She sleeps until two in the afternoon.
    The trash bin in her room is overflowing.
    She’s got a Kermit the Frog lighter, an assortment of bills, and a pencil in her coat pockets.
    She’s worried that Hell isn’t so much fire and brimstone, but just an absence of everything.
    She’s a virgo.
    She forgets names, but compensates by giving out nicknames left right and center, which she can never forget.
    She can fall asleep anywhere.
    Her favorite color is a light shade of orangey-yellow.
    She doesn’t own a lot of things for herself, but because they always end up scattered everywhere, nobody can really tell.
    She hates technology, it makes her feel monitored.
    She doesn’t really like the texture of knitted things, but if it’s a gift she’ll wear it.
    She doesn’t typically eat breakfast.
    She’s missing a tooth, on the upper right side, and hasn’t been to the dentist in a while.
    She never gets sick, and has never broken a bone.
    She doesn’t always keep her promises, but she doesn’t promise things she knows she can’t deliver on.
    She believes that lying can be justified.
    She doesn’t believe she’ll make it to old age.
    She’s never really thought about being a mom.
    She does some graffiti around town, and hasn’t been caught yet.
    She believes in small destiny, that certain little things are meant to happen.
    She’s ticklish around her knees.
    She does believe that talking to plants, and specifically telling them secrets, will make them grow faster.
    If people ask, she tells them how she really feels about them.
    She’s got a grudge against bats.
    She’ll use any holiday as an excuse to do something wild.
    She loves impressionist art. The idea of a thing is always better than the thing itself.
    She’s trying to beat the highest score on the pinball machine at the gas station, but she’s pretty sure it’s rigged.
    She likes to think she can pick locks, on account of one time she got extremely lucky.
    She gets drunk mostly when she’s bored, and then boredom turns into a good time or a bad time.
    Laughs like a hyena and only when it’s really funny.
    Her turn to make dinner just means that it’s a sandwich or leftovers.
    She’s a really weak swimmer, but isn’t afraid to jump into a cool stream.
    She’s never really been uncomfortable with her body, and can’t really understand why people agonize over theirs.
    During boring tasks, like restocking shelves or folding clothes, she’ll just start dancing, without any music.
    She doesn’t understand how constellations work.
    She hates bugs.
    She avoids the house when she knows dad will be home.
    Although she hates coffee, she’ll never understand the appeal of tea. It smells nice, but tastes like delusional water.
    She’s never courted a love interest, but did do something equivalent while trying to win over who would become her best friend.
    She tried to pierce her ears herself, and only did the right lobe.
    She occasionally smokes, but it’s not a habit she’ll spend money on.
    Her shoes have the bottoms super glued back on.
    The best pie is pecan pie.
    Always tries counting to ten and it never works.
    Enjoys bingo with the church grannies.

  11. The first warm days of spring are her favorite.
    When she’s sad she drinks chocolate milk- the cow jumping over the moon brand that comes with the straw
    She loves to swim
    She loves to skate
    She grew up by the ocean
    She can’t eat when something is bothering her
    She loves her grandmother
    She loves being her grandmother’s favorite
    At the age of 11 she abandoned as pink as a favorite color
    She wanted blue, thinking of the ocean but not ready to commit she opted for purple
    The lilac reminded her of spring, Easter with her family.
    Her brother grew up quicker and stronger than anyone was ready for
    She felt jealous of the way his body took up space
    Scared by the first time they rough-housed and she felt the strength of his grip
    Scared of how it reminded her of the strength of her boyfriend at the time
    She had started dating Brando because he asked her out
    Because it was summer and she was bored and because she was ready for someone to admire her body the way she did
    Turns out she missed the days when no one looked at her
    English was always her favorite class in school
    She loved writing fantastical stories and entering the minds of the silly kids around her,
    She could see right through their insecurities. She was not fooled by anyone. Least the manly men and their theater of masculinity
    For this reason, she was extraordinarily kind. She could see through everyone and understand where their anger or pain was coming from.
    It made her simultaneously compassionate and seemingly indifferent
    She learned this from her father. The most patient person she knew.
    As a child he would patiently answer her every question at the movies. “But why did this character do that?” They would talk through every possibility walking the characters backstories until she felt content with the response.
    Her mother was an artist and the most beautiful woman in the world.
    Her mother’s beauty, like linen sheets blowing in the wind, loomed over her from the time she was born.
    She used to sit on her mother’s chest and drag her hands over her face, pushing and pulling it to try and contort it into something ugly. She was never successful.
    Her mother was beautiful because she gave her full attention to everything she did. They way she looked at you when you spoke to her made any tension
    As a child, when she cried, her mother would scoop her into her arms and hold her so tight she, all her energy coursing through her, blocking her view from everything but wisps of blonde hair and freckled skin, that she would forget almost immediately why she’d been crying.
    Rather than making her feel embarrassed or regretful of her tears, her mother would look at her with her big blue eyes and ask her what she was feeling and what she wanted.
    Her father had a thing about eating food while it was hot.
    He cooked dinners most nights, elaborate meals from recipes followed with care.
    There were few things that upset him but a meal ready to go without the table set and the whole family present was one.
    Her parents had met in the city, lived there as young artists–cocaine and partying hard. She loved looking at old photos of them and trying to imagine her seaside parents chic wearing all black and walking down Bleeker.
    Sometimes she felt mad that their peace, their relaxed lifestyles, and stable parenting at the expense of her freedom, having to grow up in this seaside town, full of people who looked just like her whose hopes and dreams she couldn’t quite connect with.
    She likes writing but she loves reading.
    And she loves talking about books.
    Her penpal Marianne, who moved away from the coast when they were 13 used to write to her about the books she was reading and her fancy city school.
    She read all of them, waiting to check them out from the library or ordering them online.
    She’d write back to Marianne, Long windy paragraphs filled with excitement about the characters and the way the author coiled up the story only to fire it off like a gun
    Now, Years later living her big college life, she wonders if she was in love with Marianne.
    She feels cool writing to Marianne that she’s reading Marx for class.
    She thinks of them at 13 lying under the stars, looking into each other‘s eyes, swearing to remember.
    Lola reminds her of Marianne sometimes. Not in the way, she looks or talks or thinks. The way she grabs her hand with her walking and grips onto it.
    The first time Lola did that she was so aware of her hand, overcome thinking that Lola could feel her pulse through her hand could feel the sweat for me at the awareness of their skin, rubbing against each other. She was focused on their hands, swinging that she totally zoned out of the conversation. She woke up to Lola laughing at her “ you weren’t listening to a word I just said, were you?”
    Nobody has ever made her feel the way Lola does.
    She has never taken the time to care about what anybody else thinks. But she goes crazy. Thinking about how Lola sees her.
    Recently, on her morning swim, an hour laps at the University pool, she can’t think of anything else.
    Her body feels new to her. The way her thighs ripple as she pushes off the wall of the pool. The way the towel feels on her wet skin.
    Food feels new to her. She’s envious of Lola’s appetite. The way Lola chugs half her water bottle in one go and stacks her plate with every color at the dining hall.
    She misses the sand under her feet. With her shoes thrown off on his first warm day. She feels an aching for home. For summer.
    Lola was the first girl she ever slept with.
    They met in an algebra class Lola ended up dropping.
    Lola Had came up to her while she was daydreaming over some book, the spine too thick to be taken seriously.
    She scared the shit out of her, nonchalantly asking her about the algebra homework. Everyone else she encountered so far, and been so reluctant to acknowledge her existence to say they’d seen her around. But Lola has said “ yeah I was sitting behind you I remember because you had a cute little freckle on your wrist and I was trying to see what you’ve written down on your paper. “
    Lola has more freckles than her
    They have the same freckle on their left wrist and above their left knee.
    She likes to imagine someone asking Lola the time and Lola shrugging looking down at her bare wrist. Bare except for the birthmark. She likes to imagine Lola thinking of her when she thinks of time.
    She works at the gym and the front desk as people come in and swipe their cards. Sometimes The varsity boys hit on her.
    At first it made her blush. Then it made her annoyed.
    Now, when this happens she Imagines how Lola would respond to their tactless boring come-ons. She entertains herself this way a lot, imagining how Lola would respond to something.
    Sometimes the athletes remind her of her brother, and she sends him a text. She feels sorry for him being so stuck.
    Stuck in their silly little town where nothing new ever happens. Stuck in the role he thinks he has to fill. Stuck in teenage angst. Stuck being the black sheep of their artist family.
    He spoke on the phone a lot her first few weeks. He wanted to hear everything about her new life. It wasn’t hard to awe him.
    But she hadn’t decided how she was going to tell him about Lola yet. And her responses felt deflated when she tried to talk about her classes or parties like they were important.
    Nothing felt important and everything felt important.
    Nothing besides Lola’s touch, Lola’s eyes, Lola’s laugh, Lola’s stretch marks, piercings and tattoos, and bed spread felt important.
    And yet they made everything feel important. The leaves on the trees in the clouds that look like alligators. The Milkshakes she slurped and the protests she learned about in her intro to women’s studies class.
    Her favorite pair of pants were light blue Levi’s that fit her perfectly, loose enough at the waist to always be comfortable, but somehow tight around her butt. She liked the way it felt when she put her hands on them in her back pockets. She liked the way she melted into the floor when Lola slipped her hand into them.
    Her favorite T-shirt is a white Grateful Dead tee that belonged to her mom way back. She liked wearing it without a bra. The way the sleeves rolled up at the end where they’ve been cut. She liked the way she spent hours listening to her mom‘s old records and didn’t have to feel like a poser.
    She hates when people talk during movies
    She tries to eat her popcorn as slow as humanly possible, letting each fluff ball melt onto her tongue.
    She loves movies.
    She learned to love movies from her parents.
    Her parents love movies unpretentiously, they love to watch them almost every night but not to pick them apart in analysis the way the nerdy boys in her intro to film class do.
    She misses the way her mom makes mashed potatoes, drenched in olive oil.
    She wants to take up skating
    She wants to join some clubs but she got so overwhelmed at the club fair, feeling like a lost puppy and feeling like she looked like a lost puppy, she had to leave
    She has a secret wish to learn the accordion. She’s never told anyone.
    She doesn’t see herself staying in the US. She wants to run away to Denmark or Amsterdman or something.
    She loves watching people do what they love.
    She went into a sex store for the first time last week to buy herself a vibrator.
    She felt so scared she was going to see someone she knew. She felt weirdly perverted being there by herself.
    She left empty handed but ordered a vibrator online when she got back to her dorm.
    She daydreams about being invisible quite often
    People are unnerved by her quietness
    She’s an excellent listener
    She loves learning about science but she hates the way science classes feel
    She doesn’t know this but by the end of her senior year she won’t recognize the person she is now
    She’s been wanting transformation for so long but she didn’t know it would come on this fast
    She wishes she could pause time
    She feels embarrassed by how in awe of Lola she is
    She feels embarrassed that she hasn’t told her parents yet
    Her favorite body part is her wrist. She loves wrapping her hand around it and moving it down her arm.
    She hates shoulders. They always feel too broad.
    She loves talking on the phone while she walks.
    She can’t stand seeing people eating in the dining hall alone.
    College is a lot lonelier than she thought it would be.
    She lied about having seen Pulp Fiction in her film class today and now she has to go watch it to vindicate herself.

  12. He prefers winter, because he loves the way the snow makes everything more quiet when it’s thick on the ground.
    He doesn’t really believe in astrology, but he learns about it anyway.
    He thinks his parents should get a divorce but he doesn’t tell them that.
    He can’t sleep without a blanket, or at least a sheet, no matter how hot it is.
    He stopped telling people he was a twin after he graduated high school.
    His favorite article of clothing is a vintage pair of Levis jeans that he found 3 years ago at Goodwill. They fit him perfectly and they’re the most comfortable jeans he’s ever worn.
    His biggest fear is that another person he loves will be taken from him and he won’t be able to do anything about it again.
    He wants to live in Copenhagen. He loves the way everyone uses bikes to get everywhere and that the buildings are painted in pastel colors.
    Bad communication scares him.
    His favorite book is Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi.
    Videos of animals acting like people are what makes him laugh.
    He hates surprises; they make him feel out of control.
    He is a morning person, but only forcibly so.
    He owns three pairs of shoes – a dress pair, a casual/everyday pair, and a sports pair.
    His favorite holiday is Halloween, because he likes to look at whether the neighborhood kids’ costumes are homemade or store-bought and then secretly judge their parents based on that.
    He feels safest in his childhood bed that is now just a little too short for him in the old farmhouse he grew up in.
    He prefers tea; he thinks coffee is basically a drug and it tastes bad.
    He is not religious, but he does believe that there is some type of greater-than-life force up there, just not an old white man long-bearded God sitting on a cloud throne in heaven.
    He doesn’t trust people who tie their dogs leashes to a bench on the sidewalk while they go into a store.
    He hates hard rock. He thinks there is nothing remotely pleasant about it, it’s just loud noise and screaming.
    He has always wanted to learn archery, and subsequently horseback riding, because he thinks riding a horse while shooting a bow and arrow looks really cool in the movies.
    He loves rain, the way it fills the whole town with the smell of wet pavement and grass and how only after the rain does everyone notice the bird songs.
    When he was little, he wanted to be a park ranger.
    He prefers remote, mountainous places to dirty, claustrophobic cities but he lives in New York.
    He would probably survive the zombie apocalypse, but not by running or strength; by strategy and preparedness.
    He doesn’t believe in ghosts, but he does believe in spirits.
    He sings in the shower but he hates his voice.
    He likes small talk because he doesn’t have to think too hard.
    He used to only have nightmares, but now he doesn’t dream at all.
    He tried to start a garden one time, but not many of the seeds sprouted, and the ones that did were eaten by deer.
    He will never leave the house without a small notebook (and a pen).
    When he has a bad day, he puts on classical music and takes a long bath if he has time, but if not he just drinks a cup of tea (chamomile).
    His love language is quality time.
    He hates his birthday now, so when it comes around he just takes the day off work, turns his phone off and sleeps most of the day.
    He prefers calling over texting.
    He talks to himself when he is thinking or concentrating really hard.
    He probably believes in fate, to the extent that there are some things that were meant to happen or have a reason for happening, but he doesn’t believe that everything has to happen, or that everyone has one set fate that cannot be changed.
    He is an introvert, but he isn’t too awkward around people.
    One time in high school he overheard a girl crying because a teacher assaulted her, so he secretly planted a plastic Ziplock bag of weed in his desk and got the teacher fired. Nobody ever found out it was him.
    He has a big sweet tooth, but he doesn’t like chocolate.
    Three words he would describe himself with are: meticulous, arcane, and demure.
    His most prized possession is a friendship bracelet that his sister made him when they were kids. It’s old and dirty now, and the color is faded, but he still carries it with him even though it doesn’t fit anymore.
    He believes in soulmates, but he thinks you can have more than one, and they can be both romantic and platonic.
    He wishes he could be more free-sprirted.
    He is an organ donor, and he thinks everyone should be too.
    The title of his most-listened to Spotify playlist is “rainy sunday evening in october by the fireplace” (he listens to it even when it is not raining or sunday or the evening or october and there is no fire).
    He won’t allow himself to be happy, really happy, until he knows what happened to her.
    His go-to outfit is a plain cotton sweatshirt, baggy jeans, a baseball cap and Converse sneakers.
    He wishes he didn’t take his anger out on other people as a teenager.
    You can tell he feels close to you when he starts using sarcasm around you.
    He hates excessive PDA.
    He loves going on walks, especially at sunset.
    He wishes he had the ability to empathize easily with others.
    He’s never been to the ocean before.
    He could talk about Studio Ghibli movies for hours.
    He struggles to show his emotions, so he often comes off as expressionless or seem unfeeling.
    He believes that there is a type of loss worse than death.
    When he loves someone, he pays attention to the things that they love and value, and makes sure to love and value those things himself.
    His favorite place on earth is the abandoned water mill that he and his sister found when they were kids and turned into their secret hideout.
    First thing in the morning, if it’s warm enough, he opens the window to get some fresh air. If not, he just opens the curtains and to get a little sunshine.
    He can’t go to sleep until he writes in his journal about whatever was on his mind that day.
    He is worried that he will never be able to fall in love because he is too afraid of losing them.
    He cries when he is angry.
    He lives in a one bedroom apartment in Manhattan with plants on almost every surface.
    He resents his mother for being unable to keep it together when things fell apart.
    He thinks maybe he was supposed to be a girl, but he doesn’t mind being a boy.
    Sometimes he wishes he never left his hometown, and sometimes he thinks he would rather die than go back there.
    His favorite artist is Bon Iver.
    He works at a publishing company but he is planning to quit. He doesn’t know what he will do once he does.
    His best friend thinks he needs therapy, but he doesn’t want to pay someone to tell him how to fix himself.
    He probably has PTSD.
    He definitely has anxiety.
    He doesn’t know how to drive (he’s 24).
    Really, he thinks she’s still alive, but he’s never admitted that to anyone other than his cat, and he still visits her grave.
    He’s insecure about his body, but he hates the gym too much to do anything about it.
    He hates New York but doesn’t know where else to go.
    He failed the police academy entrance exam.
    He won $10,000 dollars on his 21st birthday when his best friend convinced him to buy a lottery ticket, but he never told anyone, and he hasn’t done anything with the money.
    One day, he might spend his lottery money to go to Japan.
    At his high school graduation, he almost cried, but he stopped himself.
    He went to a community college in his hometown for the first two years of undergrad, but then he almost killed himself so he transferred to NYU.
    His father thinks he’s gay and hates him for it.
    He thinks he probably is not gay but he doesn’t know for certain.
    He lived with his grandparents for two years after the incident because his mother had to be admitted to a mental hospital for a year and his father briefly became an alcohlic.
    He thinks there are definitely other life forms in the universe.
    Most of the time he tells himself he isn’t lonely, but sometimes he wishes someone would hold him.
    The only constellation he can point out is the Big Dipper.
    He thinks it’s his fault for not noticing any signs.
    He has Instagram, but he’s never used the app since creating the account.
    Churches scare him.
    When he can’t sleep he sits on his balcony and drinks red wine from the bottle.
    He prides himself on his organizational skills.
    But he hates that he is a perfectionist.
    He forces himself to eat breakfast, and it’s almost always avocado toast.
    One time he wore contacts instead of his glasses and a classmate told him he looks better without the glasses and he’s never worn contacts since.
    He hates overpriced café drinks but buys them regularly anyway.
    He loves to cook, and collects cookbooks.
    He wishes he could write well but he doesn’t think he can.
    When he was in college he called his parents every other day but now he only calls them once a month even though his mom wants him to call more often.
    Really, he wants to travel, but he can’t bring himself to do it yet.

  13. She’s never had a pet, but she wants a cat eventually.
    She can’t have anything on her wrist while she writes.
    Earrings are her favorite kind of jewelry.
    Her favorite season is spring.
    She usually has an extra piece of gum in her pocket.
    She’s never not shared a room with someone.
    She really likes typical breakfast food (eggs, pancakes, etc.) but usually only has a bowl of cereal.
    She learned about Norse mythology before Greek mythology.
    Her closet is an amalgamation of her mother and her sister.
    She’s scared of being on her own.
    She’s never really understood the point of Halloween.
    She’s good at packing suitcases.
    She played violin for a few years, but quit.
    She did ballet for a few years, but quit.
    She’s trying to find an art form that frees her.
    Her favorite poem is “Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde.
    She loves browsing the walls of aesthetic planners in office supply stores.
    She likes to cook but doesn’t love to cook.
    Her favorite flavor is lemon–cake, sorbet, candy.
    Except juice–she likes orange juice and wishes it wasn’t so much of a “morning” thing.
    She’s got a birthmark on her right hip.
    Will take messenger bags and tote bags over backpacks any day.
    Always wants to have some sort of purse or small bag with her.
    Doesn’t drink enough water.
    Would rather layer milder jackets than wear a really thick coat.
    Wears her shoes down unintentionally fast.
    One of those kids who used to always carry a book around with her.
    Loves potted plants.
    Can type quickly and accurately.
    But has awful handwriting.
    Has no photos of herself on her phone but a lot of her sister.
    Collects a list of quotes she finds and likes in her notes app.
    Has no problem with most spiders, but thinks daddy longlegs are creepy.
    Has read all the Jane Austen novels but only owns Emma.
    Thinks sneakers are overrated.
    Probably has several random paper scraps on her at any given time for no particular reason.
    Takes a picture whenever she sees a ladybug.
    Would like to go to bed at ten pm consistently, please and thank you.
    Takes her phone charger too many places but somehow never loses it.
    Would like every room to have a whiteboard.
    Doodles.
    Easily distracted but pretends she isn’t.
    A record of her life is in her notes app.
    Learned the art of hoarding grocery bags from her grandmother.
    Doesn’t like traveling.
    Never has a hair tie on her wrist but always has one in a bag.
    Accidentally only wears navy blue.
    Loyal to her corded earbuds.
    Skips across grass when she thinks people aren’t looking.
    Thinks the stars are pretty but couldn’t care less about the constellation formations.
    Only likes malls when she has no agenda.
    Never been out of the country.
    Moved a couple times within the same city but never outside that city.
    Has a goal to go on daily walks.
    Has learned the paths that neighboring dogs take and how to casually run into them.
    Will occasionally chase butterflies.
    Calls her little mechanical alarm clock her best friend.
    Sits on the floor to read.
    Would rather be muddy than dusty because of the texture.
    Has multiple themed lists of eventual potential names for pets.
    Spring allergies.
    No food allergies, though.
    She doesn’t call it procrastinating, she calls it pacing herself.
    Favorite color: light blue.
    Favorite animal: owl.
    Favorite fruit: raspberries.
    Least favorite vegetable: eggplant.
    Changes her phone background every couple weeks.
    Accumulates sunset photos.
    Has a calculator absolutely coated with cactus stickers.
    But no stickers on her laptop.
    Doesn’t know artists’ discographies, just picks and chooses songs.
    Accidentally runs her shoulder into door frames sometimes.
    The only book she has two copies of is Little Women.
    Collects little boxes in the hopes of them being useful later.
    Will drink coffee if offered but typically doesn’t.
    Good at listening.
    Less good at giving advice.
    Loves hummus.
    Loves little dipping snack foods in general.
    Would like to be an isolated librarian in a mildly haunted library.
    Nothing is more important than sending her sister pictures of dogs.
    Used to be tall for her age.
    Thinks pigeons get too much hate but also doesn’t like pigeons.
    Of the opinion that ears getting cold is a great tragedy of the world.
    Not scared of the dark.
    But does get freaked out by the wind sometimes.
    Hates thunderstorms at night.
    A decent but not excellent driver.
    Loves driving.
    Dislikes choosing music when other people are listening.
    Likes cold brownies better than microwaved brownies if they came out of the fridge.
    Finds the process of washing dishes comforting.
    Calls all animals buddy regardless of gender or species.
    Thinks alpacas have slightly alarming faces but loves them anyway.
    Sense of humor is all over the place but primarily centered in bad puns and dark humor.
    Doesn’t swear very much but honestly wishes she did more.
    Gets dry skin really easily.
    Doesn’t like the beach (texture of the sand).
    Likes being able to see most of whatever room she’s in at any given time.

  14. A writer
    Middle aged woman
    Living alone in a small apartment
    Cold lighting, nearly empty fridge
    She leaves coffee cups on the dining room table half full
    She has relationships but pushes them away when she is writing
    She went to college for creative writing
    She tried medication but it didn’t work for her – made her feel like she wasn’t real
    She eats an english muffin with scrambled eggs every morning
    She wants to mix it up but is unsure how, maybe she will buy a self help book
    Her friends are worried about her self isolation
    She thinks that she dreams in story plots
    Her dreams rarely include people that she knows in her life, they mostly include strangers
    She spends many mornings trying to figure out where she met the strangers in her dreams
    She played softball in high school
    She met her best friend on the softball team
    Every month she tries to implement running into her daily routine but gets distracted
    She buys dinner out too much
    She loves the ritual of cooking, it reminds her of childhood
    She barely ever writes about her parents
    She was raised in Rural Oregon, used to travel to Portland just to watch the people in the mall
    She used to want to work at Yankee Candles but couldn’t go to college for this
    Her first crush was an Auntie Anne’s employee who smoked cigarettes on her break
    Her parents never acted married but are supposedly happy together
    Her parents are both doctors
    Her parents took sabbaticals and moved away after she went to college and now she barely sees them
    She has a half brother that she has barely talked to
    She makes enough money as a writer, which surprises everyone, especially her parents
    Her parents aren’t unsupportive of her career, but they don’t read her writing
    She hates to talk to people who have read her books
    She has been renowned for her ability to create scenes of mind numbing isolation
    She meets her friends at the bar every week, doesn’t see people otherwise
    Her next door neighbor is a kind old woman who makes her pies
    She hides from her neighbor when she sees her in the hallway
    She thinks that there is mold in her walls but it’s too expensive to move
    She thinks she probably has pneumonia or maybe mono
    She still kisses people, even though she thinks she has mono
    She used to go to therapy but it made it more difficult for her to write
    She broke her arm when she was younger and still remembers staring at the bone sticking out of her body
    She loves body horror movies
    Her favorite film as a kid was Jeff Goldblum’s The Fly and Jurassic Park
    She always told herself that she was going to come out to her parents when she brought a girl home, she still hasn’t brought a girl home
    She realized she was gay in high school but figures it didn’t affect her too much
    She always finds herself having crushes on customer service workers and bookstore employees
    She tried to go to a GSA meeting in college but she got scared of the amount of people joining
    Her guilty pleasure movie is Brokeback Mountain
    She has never experienced love like that, and thinks she’s incapable of it
    Her best friend always tells her that she needs to put herself out there more
    She has dark hair
    She likes sweater season because she dislikes her body
    She feels the most comfortable alone in her apartment
    Sometimes when she’s been alone for too long she starts to hear voices in her walls
    She believes in ghosts
    When she was younger, she would become paralyzed in her sleep and imagine an old woman sitting at the foot of her bed, staring at her
    She knew the old woman wouldn’t hurt her
    She wanted to help the old woman, but couldn’t figure out how
    She refuses to include the woman in her writing but she sees her in art museums
    She lives in Portland now and never goes home
    When COVID happened, she locked herself up for weeks and barely looked at her phone
    She encourages herself to go to that bar night by thinking of who she was as a kid, who she doesn’t want to be anymore
    She doesn’t think she is lonely
    She rarely ever writes male characters
    She secretly thinks her male friends are lying to her about having serious emotions
    Sometimes she thinks no one but herself is real
    She used to love that episode of Twin Peaks where the guy finally has time to read but breaks his glasses
    She has multiple pairs of backup glasses, just in case
    She is white and has brown hair, long enough to put up into a ponytail
    She regrets not going to the protests in 2020, but continues to not go to protests
    Her friends secretly think she is a bad community member
    She got kind of canceled on twitter for always writing the same white protagonist into every story
    She likes doing her taxes
    At the beginning of every year, she stalks up on canned foods and panic room supplies (she doesn’t have a panic room)
    She hates when people call her a survivalist
    She tries to be a good community member by donating half of her belongings to homeless shelters every 6 months
    She doesn’t believe in God but she wishes that she did
    She never carries a purse or a bag – she usually travels just with her phone
    She thinks the writers in her workshops who carry around notebooks are pretentious
    Sometimes she writes on a typewriter
    She has a collection of vinyls, but she usually just uses her Alexa to play music
    When her parents come to visit, she cleans every surface multiple times
    She thinks she has been in love many times, but has never told her partners
    She never sees the break ups coming
    She wishes that she was one of those writers that covered her walls in sketches, but she is a horrible artist
    Sometimes she buys materials to collage, but she can never foster the motivation
    She loves to go to art shows
    She feels the closest to her friends when she is watching them do their art
    The best day of her life was when a partner of hers drew one of her writings
    When the partner broke up with her, she hung the drawing in her kitchen
    She is always a little too close to her bosses
    In college, she used to spend her Sundays cringing at everything she said at parties the night before
    She doesn’t party anymore
    She doesn’t drink anymore
    She doesn’t like doing drugs but she will do them if she doesn’t have any ideas
    Whenever she creates a character, she begins the story by placing them in the desert and imagining how they will respond to the conditions
    Sometimes she starves herself to get into the right mindset
    She has confused all of her past therapists – one time a therapist told her that whatever depression she had, she was probably making it up
    She goes to the theater alone and falls in love with actors
    If she ever runs into friends on her nights out alone, she will hide or lie about what she is doing there
    She doesn’t think she has anyone in the world, really
    She doesn’t let herself drink tea with sugar

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