I’m the type of person who will stand like a child in front of a door, content to refrain with my arms folded to spite the parental chaos I try to dissect while others accept.
I’m the type of person who will eventually open the door and enjoy the knowledge.
I’m the type of person who spends so much time spying out the window of my own mind’s housing that I never get invited to decision’s barbeques.
I’m the type of person who dances with dancers, too lazy to stay in synch yet too priviledged to be kicked from the community center stage.
I’m the type of person who tests himself spiritually and laughs at the subjective failure. Still I take the paper home to my parents to sign.
I’m the type of person who would write a post like this…
I’m the type of person who can’t stand it when someone is blocking a doorway. Unless it is a child, in which case I welcome it (even if I feign exasperation).
I’m the type of person who can’t abide a closed door, even if there’s no knowledge behind it. I just wanna see.
I’m the type of person who hates getting invited to barbeques. But who is usually glad that I have gone.
I am the type of person who doesn’t dance at all unless I’m really drunk. Or the girl is really hot. And if she’s really hot and really drunk…
I’m the type of person who tests others all the time, in order that I can know them. Candid shots are always the best shots. I sign the paper myself.
I’m the type of person who very much enjoyed your post.
aside from the barbeque…which i admire more than fruit.
I’m the kind of person who plays with more games then he does girls.
I’m the kind of person who doesn’t give a shit what the world thinks unless he decides to turn on them.
I’m the kind of person who drinks tea and occassionaly hates being around food.
I’m the kind of person who opens the door for someone , before risking his own life. (what a gentleman huh? )
I’m the kind of person who will get my ass in a fight only to let my friends get home safe.(only if someone else starts it , honestly i hate having to get my ass beaten but i’ll do it for somebody else).
I’m the kind of person you see getting confused between beer and lemonade and ussualy ends up drinking the beer and telling nobody.
In the end , i’m not really a person , but i’m not a person of habit either ,
I’m the nobody walking down your road trying to end up hitching a ride with some girls.(we all know that will never happen lol).
I’m the type of person that doesn’t belong in a chatroom , but ends up there anyways.
I am the kind of person who does not think it is fitting to even begin to try to put into words what we or anyone else truly “is”, but I don’t want to see any lives lost, ever.
I’m the type of person who closes the door and opens the window.
I’m the type of person who thinks life looks better from a distance
I’m the type of person who likes to slice ideas into tiny pieces then puts them together in a bowl of fruit salad.
I’m the type of person who likes to watch, but is through with seeking.
I’m the type of person who has seen too much to be blissfully ignorant.
I’m the type of person who doesn’t have a faith, and that includes having faith in reason.
I’m the type of person who is not frighted of birth or death but what lies between them
I’m the type of person who finds his arms completely full, but his heart half empty
I’m the type of person who can be happy with very little – but it’s always the little he hasn’t got.
I’m the type of person who would ignore the phone yet answer your post.
i’m also the kind of person who learns how to pick locks just to see what’s behind a locked door, even if it’s a maintenance closet, simply because the imaginary sign on the door going “YOU can’t come in” bugs the crap out of me.
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Thats it? Okey dokey 
