You know the capital of Burkina Faso and you will bring it up.

Oh, so you're Trivial Pursuit. Color-coded, compartmentalized, and absolutely insufferable at parties, in the best possible way. You are the person who knows the capital of Burkina Faso, the year the can opener was invented, and every Oscar winner for Best Picture since 1975. Nobody asked, but you're going to tell them anyway.

You have a category for everything, including people. Science and Nature types get your respect. Sports and Leisure types get a polite smile. You live for the moment someone asks a question you've known the answer to since seventh grade, and you let that pause hang just a beat too long before answering. Theatrical? Sure. Worth it? Absolutely.

Your idea of a good time is a quiet evening with a documentary, a podcast about obscure historical events, and possibly a spreadsheet nobody requested. You are not the life of the party, but you are the reason the party has correct information. There is a difference, and you know it.

Friends keep you around because you're genuinely useful, endlessly fascinating, and only occasionally smug about it. The pie chart wedges fill up fast when you're playing. Some people are fun. You are interesting, which honestly lasts longer.