how shall i presume to spit out all the butt ends of my days and ways?

Almost invariably, people's first impressions of me are totally wrong. Perhaps it's my own fault, but it's pretty frustrating. It always takes such an effort to get someone to understand just what kind of person I really am (though reading this and the other place is as close as we'll get to a shortcut). And I have to ask myself, "Do I really care if this person knows who I am?" What does it matter? But being fixed in a formulated phrase is pretty annoying...

That's certainly one thing Junko has going for her. While she may think differently from me and not share the same dreams and passions, she knows me as well as I think it's possible for anyone to know me, and she loves me and accepts me for what I am.