Xiian, 32

Go with the flow I am an enigmatic figure often seen scaling walls and saving sunsets. I know the precise location of every item in the supermarket. I wow men&women worldwide with my lyrical and sensuous harpsichord playing. (EAT MY WORDS) I sleep once a week, and when I sleep, I sleep standing up. I can chat in Latin (tongue-tied). Governments beg me to solve their problems; often, I refuse. I have swum with slum kids in linings and spoken with a rehab patient. If I wanted, I could torture myself about all kinds of stuff that's not my fault. You don't have to fight my battles for me. I'm fine with it. Well, not fine, it hurts like FCUK, but well, you try to be rational than emotional.

I'd always thought of myself as tough. I hoped I was kind. But I knew I was tough. I retained a habit of dividing my life into compartments. If I chose, I could stay in that place forever, being that wounded, abandoned, resentful kid. Acting out my childhood disappointments, replaying them, chasing away every chance of happiness. If I had a goal, I reached it. And if ever my life didn't go to plan, I'd bounce back. I cry in the bath. It's not weak. It's necessary as long as it doesn't become a habit.

If there's one talent I do have, it's remembering names and faces. I am lucky in that I have friends, who aren't perfect, but who love me and are, deep down,GOOD.I have their adoration, their approval, their never-ending interests.