Words
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