chibi_masshuu posted this word meme, where he gives you five words that remind him of you and you need to comment on them:

Survivor:
Can't really argue this one. I survived something horrific that many people don't. And honestly, I don't know why it was me and not someone else. And I still wrestle with survivor's guilt sometimes. I'll likely spend the rest of my life wondering if there was a reason I made it through. No one was as surprised as me that I found the strength to get through it.

Music Lover:
I do love music. So much. I don't think I could get through my life without it. And it's odd, because there wasn't even a stereo in our house when I was growing up, only a battered old mono record player and some Monkees records handed down by my sisters. But I listened to the radio a lot. CHAB radio in Moose Jaw.
And I have not a jot of musical talent in me. Can't play an instrument, but I think I can carry a tune singing, though the thought of ever singing in front of anyone fills me with abject terror.

Author:
I have been writing since high school. In grade twelve, I was able to take an invite only creative writing class, and it was amazing. There were only about twelve of us, but it was a diverse group of the freaks, the capital C Christians, a football jock and cheerleaders. But we learned about all different forms of writing and got to critique each other and it was the most supportive environment. Writing drifted out of my life but came back when I wrote my first novel based on some comic characters I had created. I still have it in a binder on my bookshelf, no soft copy. It's crap. But there are rare glimmers of hope and I've been writing ever since, in one way or another. I love words, how they go together, what you can express with them, how you can move or inspire people with them. 
And I'm a much better writer now than I was then. I hope.

Observant:
Writers are thieves. We steal from life and from the people around us. We steal their experiences, their words, their appearances. We steal from our own lives and from everything we see and experience. It all gets pushed into the processor and ground up and changed and it becomes something else.
I love the world around me, the colours and tastes and sensations and I do my best to drink it in, swallow it whole and savour it for all it's worth. The only way to really see, to really know, is to be open to it all: good, bad or indifferent.

Wise:
Um, I guess. In some ways, maybe. In some ways, definitely not. But my parents taught me to think, to not just accept things at face value. To really consider what I felt and thought and saw. To make my own decisions and not just accept what I've been told. The downside of that is I tend to overthink, to consider every implication of every action and try to foresee how it will be received and interpreted and what effect it will have. But it's an honour to be perceived as having attained at least some level of wisdom

So those were my words. If you want some, let me know. I don't know some of you very well, and I balk at being able to find some, but I'll do my best

From mark_monroe  this time:

Success:
This is an interesting one, because I don't really consider myself to be a very successful person. Somewhere, I absorbed the notion that my success would be defined by owning my own home and being settled into a relationship and having a career that fulfilled and provided for me. And I don't really have any of those things. I'm relatively self-sufficient. I have a nice apartment, and I have achieved some cool things. But that concept of "success", I wouldn't say I have it. Though if you asked me what success really means, my brain would tell you that it means being loved, and living your life in a positive way for yourself and the others in it. Doing things that bring you joy and doing your best to live every minute as fully and as honestly as you can. But that's for other people  ;)

Positivity:
When I was seeing a psychiatrist during my cancer, I complained to him one day about feeling like I wasn't positive enough, that my attitude wasn't good enough. He looked at me and said "Here's the thing about positivity. It doesn't work." Studies had been done and he told me that the real key was authenticity, being honest about what you're feeling. If you're mad, be mad until you aren't any more. Same with sadness or any other emotion. And I do my best to do that. I said to someone that it's the difference between going to an open house, or buying the house and moving in. You have to let those states be transitory, you can't "move in" and stay there forever. Feel it, let it go, and move on.
That being said, I believe that this world is going to beat you down every chance it gets and there are horrors unimagined waiting around every corner. But since those all exist anyway, and need no help from me, why would I dwell on them? Why not strive to be a positive influence on the world and do what I can to spread some energy to counteract all those things? I guess I'm an optimist, because I'm a cynic.

Attraction:
Very, very mutual.
But beyond that, attraction in general is a mystery to me. I don't understand its mechanics, its patterns. I never understand people who are only attracted to one thing and one thing only "I only like musclemen/twinks/big men/black men or whatever" It's so many things to me. Faces, hair, hands, bodies, attitudes, energy, style. For any man I pointed out that turned me on, I could point to a polar opposite that does too.
And I love my attractions. Those wonderful, hormonal moments when some passes you on the street and something about him makes you tingle, activates something primal inside you. Those moments to me are proof that there is more than just the physical realm. It's magic.

Creativity:
Creativity is one of the things I respect most of all. As long as I can remember, I have needed to create. I did pencil drawings when I was a kid, copying comic artists I loved. I did theatre in high school. I started writing. I paint now. Even down to things like how I arrange my furniture or what goes on my walls or the colours of my sheets or what I wear. I wish I could sing and dance as well, just so I would have more avenues for this current of energy in me. I need that aspect of thoughtfulness, that "this must be this way or it won't be right" I have no idea where it comes from (again, Magic) but I treasure it and I think I would die if it ever left me, or at least, I wouldn't enjoy living much.

Toronto:
This city is my adopted home. My battleground. My field of victory. My bete noire. My creative springboard.
I love the energy, the food, the multiculturalism. I love that the person walking down the street behind me might not be speaking English at all. I love the lights, the noise, the colours. I love the art and music and the writers I have met. I have loved the places I've lived and the people I've met. And if I hadn't lived here, I might not have lived through my cancer. I might not have been diagnosed in time. I might not have found a way to flourish in the wake of the beast's descent into my life. I love the rusting hulks of the streetcars that will soon be replaced, and I'll hum with excitement the first time I see one of the new ones in service.
I hate that I am so far from my family and where I was born, but I love where I am.

Performed by Sutton Foster back in 2006 at a benefit performance. I hadn't heard this song until I listened to the new concert version of the show (which is incredible and I highly recommend it)

I can actually sing this. As much as I can sing anything, that is. I can hit the notes and the structure actually allows me to breathe ;)

Not sure what that says about my voice, though

Anyway, I'm rambling.