Years of loud noises have damaged my hearing. If I'm smiling and nodding, I can't hear a word you're saying. And I can tell the fakers from the ones speaking.
My favorite color is black. For those of you who say "Black isn't a color", my favorite color is red.
Social awkwardness seems to be coming to me with older age. I wish I could go to Scott's Time Party in Philly and embarrass my sister.