Electronic Recluse

Electronic
Recluse
Hiding from life in his digital world [me]
I geek, therefore I am.
I am a woefully inept excuse of a person, but I somehow manage to get by. All manner of habits, personality traits, physical features and stylisms could do with a change; but not doing anything about them is another failing in itself.
I don't have much time to myself, what with my new job and my beautiful Onna, but I do have my enjoyments. Anime, dark art, programming (though I am a poor shadow of a coder), the beasts, and my fantasy books seem to keep me occupied.
I have a vast amount of patience, most of the time, but very little tolerance. I can't abide rudeness, or insincere gestures ... politeness and courtesy are free after all. Words should come from the heart, and be meant, not drivelled out any which way.
Winged insects are the mortal manifestation of utter contemptible evil. Nature hates me, and has evolved the vile little shits purely to torment me and abuse my mental wellbeing.
My friends mean the world to me, even if I don't exactly show it all the time.
The demon that is work is quite restrictive with 'body modifiation', so anything new has to be hidden so as to not show an 'unprofessional image in the business environment'. Speaking of which, I work in a semi-tech kind of role, tweaking/repairing/configuring a bespoke piece of collection software, and providing technical support to a whole lot of people. It keeps me entertained, and the pay isn't bad. What more can I ask for the time being?
Mara has my heart squeezed tightly in her hand. Mine.
Knowledge leads to fear. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. And hate, hate leads to anal bleeding.
Simple. Zah.
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