I believe I was in seventh grade when I was first bestowed the title of being “A Font of Useless and Oddly Specific Wisdom”.
I am incredibly proud of it, and I believe that it has served me well in my life.
(Have a mentioned lately that I’m kind of a beast at a pub quiz? Because I *love* trivia.)
Today, however, I feel like I may hove gotten another title that I shall bring with me as well.
I was walking with my friends, and one of them said to me “You are bizarre and wonderful, like a fine cheese in the middle of nowhere.”
Now, I’m not totally sure if “Fine Cheese in the Middle of Nowhere” an epithet or the title for some kind of indie project, but I think I’ll keep it, just the same.