I've decided that this isn't the place for my life's story. Go to my blog if you really care that much about every aspect of my life...
Who am I? Hard to say, and it depends on who you ask. Most of the people I know currently seem to like me, but I'm sure that there are any number of people that I've known in the past who might not exactly shower my name with praise. (And yes... that is a polite way of saying that they probably think that I'm an unsufferable prick.)
I can be the best of friends, and will do just about anything for people that I care about, but I have in the past betrayed the trust and confidence of those who have loved me the most.
I am terribly interested in a huge spectrum of activitiies and ideas, and I have dabbled in a mind-bogglingly huge variety of things, but I excel at almost nothing, and I do very little except study, sleep, and play video games.
I incessantly mock people that behave irrationally, and am the first person to jump in and shout loud and long about just about anything that is being discussed, even if I know next to nothing about it, and yet if I look at my own life, more often than not I have very little right to preach to anybody.
There are a few things about myself that I do find redeeming:
I can't lie. It's not that I haven't tried. Lying to people about things that I consider to be important on some level just generally makes me so uncomfortable that it's visibly noticible. Besides, my memory sucks, and I can never remember any kind of alibi. Generally, I am forced to be honest out of necessity as much as by nature. (Bluffing in poker is another matter)
I like making other people happy. This is purely selfish. I take a voyeristic pleasure in watching people who have abruptly been presented with something that they find wonderful and unexpected. Unfortunately, I find it terribly difficult to do and say things that I know will make people that I care about unhappy, even when it is clearly necessary. This has resulted in any number of truly abyssmal situations.
I have a hard time hating people. It is hard for me to look into someone's eyes and see an enemy. I want to see their side. I want to believe that they are fundamentally good and that whatever it was that they did was caused by some tragic series of events and misunderstandings. When I finally do truly dislike someone it is only because they have made it abundantly clear that they care only about themselves and will do whatever is necessary to further their own agenda. I used to work in a book store, and would avoid stocking the true-crime section like the plague. I am not naive, and I know that there are really horrid people in the world, but I don't want to believe it, and I certainly don't want to look at it.
