I look like a movie star I’m tall

I’m 5’ 16".

I have really short hair.

I’m a big guy. Tall, fat, boisterous, strong, opinionated, and outgoing. I love watching people, giving compliments, and delivering a solid joke. I make an impression on people whether I realize it or not. I’m too big to hide so I’ve chosen not to.

But I’m also an introverted hermit, so I almost never get to be that guy unless I’ve pushed myself to be out and among people.

I can project my voice really well. I have a big deep voice. I was a singer at one point. But that was something for my younger years.

I have a loud laugh, and it makes babies cry.

The ADHD.

Hyperfocus makes me ramble. I’ve also dedicated an enormous amount of time to an abundance of different “talents” and skills.

It can make people around me feel like “normies”, which is not a self-compliment but an admission of social unawareness.

I’ve made a concerted effort over the last decade to remind myself to listen intently when people are talking and be aware of my potential to monopolize a conversation. I feel like it’s helped a lot. Connecting with people is important to my mental health. Its always been difficult but its getting easier as I grow older and pay attention to these things.

I am fanatically polite, helpful, and friendly.

Being a Hongkonger on an American-filled social media site.

I’m 30 feet tall and usually travel with a big blue ox

My hair gets a lot of compliments but it’s probably the fact that I’m an extrovert with severe adhd so I can really struggle to shut up

Either the shirts I wear or my height. They’re what I get commented on the most. Basically a 50-50 chance when meeting someone new they will invariably say:

“Wow. You’re tall.” Or “I like your shirt.”

There was a time that people prefixed my nickname with “Wiki-”, because apparently I stand out for knowing a bit about everything. I don’t quite agree with it but hey, at least it’s something nice.

My accent (when speaking Portuguese) also stands out, apparently. Outside my city people are quick to identify where I’m from; and yet in my own city people often ask me where I’m from.

Eyes I guess. Every once in a while a random stranger will comment on them. Usually cashiers.

“I thought you were an asshole at first but after getting to know you you’re one of the funniest nicest people I know” got that a few times. It’s not really a “stand out“ observation but it’s an odd characteristic. I’m not very proud of it.

How boring I am.