You are, but you’re really not.

You are kind of athletic, but you only go to Bally's Total Fitness after work and don’t really play a sport.

You are kind of in to music, but you have no idea how to play an instrument.

You really like soccer (after your family vacation to Italy), but really are self-conscious about wearing that Euro-tourist-trap-purchased Rooney jersey here in the States.  

You think that being skinny with thick-rimmed glasses makes you seem intelligent, but you actually just come across as an Emo twat.

You enjoy putting indie bands on your MySpace page, but you are scared shitless to actually step foot in a true underground dive bar.

You like the wild colors of your Pumas because you think they make you original, but the rest of your standard-issue Generation Y outfit dispels any notion of individuality.  

You believe that you have a gift when picking up women, but normally get too wasted on Jaeger shots at the bar to be able to have an intelligent conversation with a woman and usually end up going home alone, eating Trader Joe’s snacks, and jerking off in your MacBook.

You are kind of a homosexual, but you haven't yet actually come out of the closet.  

So, you see… you are, but you’re really not.
-Vincent Face