Someday, somebody's going to find the fact that I compulsively chew on plastic adorable.
And find the fact that even the thought of cheese is disgusting to me I still eat pizza and mac and cheese and that gross fake cheese they put on fries weird but also endearing.
The fact that I have anxious spasms will seem totally normal.
The hap-hazardly placed dark brown freckles that are always covered by clothing will be cute.
They will like my hair even though sometimes it resembles a schoolboy's.
And when I say quadcore processor, they will understand and be excited.