I'm that guy

I’m that guy. I’m the guy who travels alone a lot. I’m the guy who sometimes looks awkward, who usually feels out of place. I’m the guy who can’t speak his own mother tongue and deep down hates being told that he has to learn it just because. I’m the guy with freedom, because unlike others I have parents who want me to know how to be independent, to be responsible. I’m the guy who has no problems going out on short notice, as long as I bring a phone along.
I’m the guy who listens to music no one’s ever heard of in a school where everyone listens to either Taiwanese pop or American pop, and sometimes both. I’m the guy who scoffs at romantic movies and books because I know a lot of it is feel-good fantasy bull. The guy who doesn’t like conformity and social rules and mindless sheep and herds of stupid self-satisfied people. I’m the guy who likes to argue, who doesn’t like rules with no reasons behind them, who believes respect is earned and not given. I’m the guy who owes my teachers a lot of homework. I’m the guy who usually doesn’t study. I’m the guy who slept through a lot of secondary two math classes and still got comparatively good marks.
I’m the guy who yells at a bunch of junior scouts for ten minutes while they’re in pumping position on the floor because they’re late, and then only makes them do five pushups because they’re only sec ones. I’m the guy who’ll see an old man and think that it’ll be me in a few decades’ time. It was me, all of it; walking past dead animals and feeling sorry for the poor sods; being asked to collect donations and feeling like I was holding a tin of filthy greed; who went overseas on mission trips and enthusiastically helped the medical team check blood-pressures and carry around cartons of stuff even when there were others ready to take over from me.
I’m the guy you wanted to step on while I was asleep on the floor, who used to spend long hours chatting with you for fun. I was the guy who stayed up one unforgettable night at the beach with you and him and who handed you your jacket from your bag because it was so cold. I’m the guy who went for an all-day footdrill course directly afterwards, without sleep, because there wasn’t time for a rest. I’m the guy who tried to make sand and not snow angels for fun. I’m the guy who broke up with a friend over a girl. I’m the guy who still regrets the whole bloody stupid mess. I’m the guy who still, deep down, misses you, but knows you’re gone and not coming back.
I’m the guy who gave you a model catapult on Valentine’s Day because I wanted to see the look on your face, and you sure did look surprised and happy. The guy who got across a rope suspended in mid air over a small gorge in record time because I was freezing and it was raining and I wanted to get under the shelter of the tent on the other side. I’m the guy who walked around shivering, wet, and coated with mud and dirt on an obstacle course and was game for more. I’m the guy who grinned while jumping off a four-floor high flying-fox. I’m the guy who broke his arm and dislocated it at the same time years ago, and then had it twisted around by a Chinese doctor who didn’t know about the fracture.
I’m the guy who used to fence and now has to stop because of the O level exams. I’m the one who will volunteer to step in, knowing I’ll lose, and still fence to the best of my ability because that’s how you do it. I’m the one who’ll trick you and feint and dodge and irritate, just to make sure you dance to my tune, and not the other way around. I’m the one who doesn’t like people who fence just so they can say they fence, because they don’t really have their heart in it and just want to be popular, and those can really be bastards. I’m the one who still hasn’t got most of his equipment two years after joining. I’m the one with the black foil, while everyone else has gleaming or rusted steel. I’m the guy with the scabbard and the backpack, while everyone else uses a rubber hose and a big bag.
I’m the guy who went onstage at a campfire because no one else would, and because someone had to do it. I’m the guy who was at astro camp with you, and sang funny songs in the communal shower with you guys, because it was the only avaliable shower and we were running late. I’m the guy who helped you guess two of the moons of Jupiter during a quiz. I’m the guy who during a game helped act as a staircase, because we were supposed to get up a slope covered with butter and oil and someone had to do it. I’m the guy who was half-asleep during the night walk.
I’m the senior who encouraged you, scared as you were, to take that next step in mid-air on that shaky obstacle, and was your belayer although you were heavier than I was. I’m the senior who was tired and thirsty and who still agreed to stop and help others keep equipment because you reminded me that we were scouts, and we should do our best. I’m the senior who stepped in and made sure you guys quit arguing because I knew it might get into a fight. I’m the senior who smiles and says hi whenever I meet one of you guys in school.
I’m the guy who some nights stares up at the ceiling and wonders just where my life is going.
I’m the guy who reads a lot of books, who doesn’t watch TV, who spends a lot of time online or on the computer. I’m the guy who knows the origins of the All Your Base meme, who knows about Master Foo, who read the koans from the AI Lab at MIT. I’m the guy who knows what HTML and GNU and PGP stand for. I’m the guy in Singapore who knows roughly who Dr Who is, and who can recognize parts from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy at a glance.
Yeah, I’m that guy. Who are you?

i found this on a website and it was one that struck a cord.