This is Coming Clean.

I have a habit of falling in love with mangy street dogs in the early morning hours. I’m fond of dingy bars where you have to make an effort to get a server’s attention. I prefer public over private transportation. I’ve had a falling out with big cups of coffee and fallen in with inexcessively small ones. I like small living spaces. I underpack when I travel. I buy grilled and deep fried food stuffs off dirty carts on the street. And I like it. I don’t respect your time; I’m sorry; it’s not personal. I don’t think “15 minutes” was ever meant to be taken literally. I look forward to disagreeing with people. I read several books at once—which could mean that I’m very intelligent, or that I’m very unwilling to commit. I don’t make commitments. (That may help you divine an answer to the previous conundrum.) I make friends anywhere but at work. And I stay up late on school nights. Dangerous. But now I've come clean. Now you know. And if I turn around and flee things like over-sized cups of coffee and quiet city streets, I hope you'll understand.