Do we ever really figure ourselves out?
Life seems like a constant struggle for us to define ourselves doesn't it? The clothes we wear, the scents we lather ourselves with, the cars we drive and the places we live...
You didn't come to read my profile for the above did you? So let's cut the bullshit. You want what makes up "Brandon" otherwise you wouldn't be here.
Number One. While I enjoy giving out advice (doing it much of my life) I'm trying to get my shit together just as much as the next guy. I have pretty straightforward aspirations. I want to be successful. I'd like to make it big in art, music, writing, design or any outlet that allows me to create for a living. Oh! And I'm always up for making new artist friends.
Number Two. I deeply enjoy music. But who doesn't? I've dabbled in DJ'ing for a few years. I've written music for even longer. I'm working on a CD right now that's been a never ending project. Music is one of those delicious creations that everyone can find an opinion on.
Number Three. I've got a pretty epic story. Amazing even! I plan on writing about it some day. However please don't think that I will let that rule my life. The past is the past for a reason. If you get in close enough, perhaps I'll share a tale or two. Until then, let's push things forward.
Number Four. I'm a misguided romantic. In all aspects. I believe in dating, having coffee and buying flowers. The cliche watching stars while holding hands in the back of a pick up truck? Sign me up! If I'm with someone I want to be their everything and visa versa... Yet I realize that the world no longer holds such values. So I drift like everyone else. I'm forced, begrudgingly, to play the game. Darwinism wins.
However challenging it may get, I've found a spot of happiness in occassional bleakness. His name is Adam. He brings me quite a bit of happiness just by being him. We are two very different wholes joined together.