I should come with a description attached to my forehead, or something. "Smart girl who still has trouble with self-image. Likes to knit, read, procrastinate, and discover things. Has trouble with transitions. Likes to be surrounded with people she knows, or at least recognizes. Obsessed with German but cannot figure out a way to make it relevant to her professional life; actually has no professional life to speak of. Enjoys acting, singing, and doing other artsy things but is only mediocre in all of them. Thinks she knows so much. Has much to learn."

Just add "enjoys long walks on the beach" and some crazy acronym like "WSF N/S", and you've got yourself a personal ad.

my friend assures me, "it's all or nothing"
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
my friend implores me, "for one time only, make an exception"
I am not worried
wrap her up in a package of lies, send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions though, she says they're changing
we're always changing
it does not bother me to say, "this isn't love
because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
and I guess I'm gonna have to live with that
but I'm sure there's something in the shade of grey or something in between
and I can always change my name if that's what you need"
My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
but I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
you try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget
To make yourself forget
I am not worried
"If it's love" she says, "then we're gonna have to think about the consequences"
She can't stop shaking, I can't stop touching her and this time
when kindness falls like rain
it washes her away
and Anna begins to change her mind
"these seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days" she says
and I'm not ready for this sort of thing
but I'm not gonna break
and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend. And I'm not gonna break and
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say "as long as this is love... "
but it's not all that easy so maybe I should just
snap her up in a butterfly net
pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
I've done this sort of thing before
but then I start to think about the consequences
because I don't get much sleep in a quiet room and this time
when kindness falls like rain
it washes me away
and Anna begins change my mind
and every time she sneezes I believe it's love
and oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
she s talking in her sleep, it s keeping me awake
and Anna begins to toss and turn
and every word is nonsense but I understand and oh lord
I'm not ready for this sort of thing
her kindness bangs a gong, it's moving me along
and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
she disappears
and oh lord
I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Counting Crows - Anna Begins