And it’s driving me insane because… I had it worked out, you see? To be everyone else’s mystery: Potential sociopath, borderline psychopath, ironically hipster, bumbling along with life at the talents of my fingertips, where my preferences are unpredictable and therefore now, I am unattainably desirable. It worked for the people I did not care about. I was a present that could not be opened until Christmas Day. But to you, I was a much simpler adjective. The complex design I knitted unraveled as soon as you very clearly decided that I was just a girl.