Writing is my greatest passion & compulsion.
Unless we're both on drugs, you'll find I'm not really funny at all.
Wish I'd been born with a good sense of humor, but usually nobody gets what I'm laughing about.
Plus, I can't really remember any jokes or any funny material.
(Well, besides this one joke that I totally forced myself to memorize -
it's about some old ladies and a camel. And, well, a pharmacist too. Sort of.)
I'm stupidly good at remembering (some really stupid) shit...
People's faces. Memories from early-ass childhood & on.
The most trivial of trivialities. And every single fact ever read, ever.
I can't track deadlines, to-do tasks, whatever I was doing just a few seconds ago...anything useful. Functionality doesn't stand a chance with my own unique blend of motor control-challenged, quasi-braindead, sleep-deprived hurrdurp-derpness.
I care too much, think too much, & talk too much.
Life is, for the most part, insanely funny or deeply tragic -
and usually there's too much of both for me to see any difference between them.
People are so brilliantly complex, multifaceted, so unpredictable yet so similar overall -
these patterns & psychology fascinate the scholar, the voyeur, and the humanist in me.
An equal opportunity drug user with a martyr syndrome.
Awkward; exuberant; a little dorky, a little freaky.
Sometimes capricious & unreliable; self-critical & defensive (working on it). Fighting authority & oppositional-defiant.
Excessively optimistic (and recognizes it).
Consumed by fantasy & imagination; painfully empathetic, but so much love to share & care to give; seeks something like enlightenment.
Won't die 'til life's been fully lived.
Making friends & getting weird and uh, drugs and shit, yeah.
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