And somewhere along the lines, I stopped just reading and accumulating trivia, and started actually spending time with people and doing things and having fun and exploring new interests rather than hyperfocusing on a few old interests that I'd developed in 1993 or so that were "safe".
But this man's mental picture of me stops at 1998, just as the socialization process was starting to set in. Back then, I was interested in Star Wars, Star Trek, other science fiction and fantasy (heavy on the Anne McCaffrey and Mercedes Lackey), writing (one novel in progress, constantly editing, revising, and adding to; major Mary Sue OFC in an AU of Voyager), and CTY. I crocheted, read books, and was fairly knowledgeable about the pet chickens. I wore a purple hat with a bazillion snarky-sayings buttons. I eschewed color, mostly. Since I'd read two books and cast a few spells, I was the Junior Resident Knowledgeable Witch in my high school. I was passionately and foolishly in love with said Shawn, and was completely loyal to him (even when even he rightly felt that he did not deserve my loyalty). I was openly bisexual, and wasn't ashamed of it (or of being a witch, or being a Trekkie, et cetera.) I had vivid multiple personalities, one of whom I was always telling to shut up, because she was always making dirty wisecracks. I had teenage hormones and the $PATERNAL_CLAN temper. I was the Goth!Fen!GoodHair!Hermione Granger, because I remembered almost everything I'd ever read or ever heard.
And that was about it. I was unusually deep for your average high schooler -- but even your above average high schooler doesn't usually manage to be incredibly deep, through sheer lack of experience. And then I got depressed and went away, and he got married, and after he got married, I think we may have seen each other in person two or three times before I left for Arizona and college. And the rest is history.
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What did he expect, me to stay frozen as I had been forever?