Sadye

Again, cont. from Twitter:

So far, you're the only Sadye I've ever known. My first associations with you are of course with the Index. I don’t think we had any classes together at Truman, and if I am wrong in this assumption, then feel free to chastise my tardy memory.

You seem to manage your online identity well, with neither Twitter nor Facebook providing any blackmail worthy material. This is good in case you have aspirations of running for congress at any point in your life.

I’m going to make an inference about you based entirely on your career choice and hobby of running. Call it practice for my budding career as a cold-reading psychic. I imagine that you enjoy the world of observable action, measurable distance and tangible results. You have an eye for detail; I could move one object on your desk and the universe wouldn’t feel right until it was back in its place.

What’s fun about this is that I have no idea if any of my conceptions of you are correct, but it’s not always common that we get a chance to see ourselves through the eyes of an acquaintance. My own personal narcissism is always open to perceptions on my person. One, because I’ve been told I’m hard to read and if I’m hard to read, then what do people see? Two, because of the aforementioned narcissism.