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I am Autistic, specifically diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome.
This means that while my intellectual skills are above average, my social skills, unfortunately, are lacking.
Often, I will say something in a review that ends up offending someone else without meaning to.
When this happens, I request that you please not take it personally, but instead ask me via PM what I meant to say and then explain to me calmly -without insulting me or calling me names - how I could have phrased said review better.
A little patience and understanding goes a long way.

Mediator Personality (INFP, -A/-T)

Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better.
While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine.
Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.
Being a part of the Diplomat Role group, Mediators are guided by their principles, rather than by logic (Analysts), excitement (Explorers), or practicality (Sentinels).
When deciding how to move forward, they will look to honor, beauty, morality and virtue – Mediators are led by the purity of their intent, not rewards and punishments.
People who share the Mediator personality type are proud of this quality, and rightly so, but not everyone understands the drive behind these feelings, and it can lead to isolation.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.

J. R. R. Tolkien

We Know What We Are, but Know Not What We May Be

At their best, these qualities enable Mediators to communicate deeply with others, easily speaking in metaphors and parables, and understanding and creating symbols to share their ideas.
Fantasy worlds in particular fascinate Mediators, more than any other personality type.
The strength of their visionary communication style lends itself well to creative works, and it comes as no surprise that many famous Mediators are poets, writers and actors.
Understanding themselves and their place in the world is important to Mediators, and they explore these ideas by projecting themselves into their work.
Mediators have a talent for self-expression, revealing their beauty and their secrets through metaphors and fictional characters.
Mediators’ ability with language doesn’t stop with their native tongue, either – as with most people who share the Diplomat personality types, they are considered gifted when it comes to learning a second (or third!) language.
Their gift for communication also lends itself well to Mediators’ desire for harmony, a recurring theme with Diplomats, and helps them to move forward as they find their calling.

Listen to Many People, but Talk to Few

Unlike their Extraverted cousins though, Mediators will focus their attention on just a few people, a single worthy cause – spread too thinly, they’ll run out of energy, and even become dejected and overwhelmed by all the bad in the world that they can’t fix.
This is a sad sight for Mediators’ friends, who will come to depend on their rosy outlook.
If they are not careful, Mediators can lose themselves in their quest for good and neglect the day-to-day upkeep that life demands.
Mediators often drift into deep thought, enjoying contemplating the hypothetical and the philosophical more than any other personality type.
Left unchecked, Mediators may start to lose touch, withdrawing into “hermit mode”, and it can take a great deal of energy from their friends or partner to bring them back to the real world.
Luckily, like the flowers in spring, Mediators' affection, creativity, altruism and idealism will always come back, rewarding them and those they love perhaps not with logic and utility, but with a world view that inspires compassion, kindness and beauty wherever they go.

Name: Katherine (prefers Katie)
Birthday: March 8th
Religion: Christianity

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie

Favorite Colors: Purple
Favorite Flowers: Rose
Favorite Gemstone: Emerald
Favorite Song: Savage Garden - I Knew I Loved You
Pet Peeve: Boredom

September 11, 2001 - At 8:46 a.m, the attack on the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City began.
At 9:59 a.m, the South Tower collapsed.
At 10:28 a.m, the North Tower fell, leaving the once-magnificent Twin Towers as nothing more than two burning piles of rubble.
2,977 people died that day, along with the 19 terrorists.

As of August 2011, 1,122 (41%) of the victims have remained unidentified.
No matter where you are or what day it is, and regardless of whether or not you're an American, please take the time to remember the day that shook the world.
Here is a poem dedicated in remembrance of the victims of September 11, 2001 that my mom found online...

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Two thousand plus arrive in heaven.
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with a stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Sit down, let's chat."

They settle down in seats of clouds,
A man named Martin shouts out proud,
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The newcomers say, "Your dream still lives."

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, Maine"
The newcomers say, "You died not in vain."

From a man on sticks, one can hear
"The only thing we have to fear..."
The newcomers say, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."

"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom in a grave,"
The people have heard this voice before
A distinct Yankee twang from Hyannisport shores.

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the newcomers know that this
Means time has come for the two thousand plus to say
What was in their hearts that day.

"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we are not."

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stands and says, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me."

Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubble-filled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must

Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
White and black, man and woman
Working side by side to help those trapped
"So," says Martin, as he watches the scene
"Even nightmares can give birth to a dream."

Down below three firemen raise
An American flag high into the ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44

The man on sticks studies everything closely
Then shares his perceptions on what he sees mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."

"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.

All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them all together as one.”

With that the man in the stovepipe hat says
"Take my hand," and from there he takes
two thousand plus heroes, newcomers to Heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven