You are the Syringe. You try to appear more confidant than you feel. It works about half the time, but you fear that it's less. You like the idea of keeping a diary. You like the idea of storing things in jars. You have some unpopular opinions about music, or art, or bread. You got sick a lot when you were young. You're not convinced that you're a "hat person". Or a "scarf person". You sometimes can't remember your favorite artists/bands/flavors. The conclusions that you've reached fit together so logically that you're annoyed others haven't reached the same ones too. You worry that you read too slowly or that you haven't read enough. You think that you are in some ways quite brilliant, and often wish that the people around you were smart enough to realize it.