The name is Marty.
Don't worry, I don't expect you to remember it, just that I'm some gay in his twenties. It's a good thing we've moves past generalizing.
ANYWAYS
I've been a Rochesterian for the better part of 9 months now, long enough to know to lock my doors even if I'm just going to turn around, and that this city has innumerable bounties to offer assuming my only function in life is to eat and drink.
I love talking, and even more so about myself. I'd say something to the affect of I don't know what to say in these little boxes, but I'd be lying and lazy. Why it's so difficult for people I don't understand since talking about oneself is pretty much all anyone does anymore. I also don't quite understand the idea of mystifying myself online when between this and facebook my identity has pretty much stolen itself. Yours too.
I'll start from the begining, and make it as quick as I can. I'm a refugee from Florida, and they'll never get me back. I'm a high school drop out who graduated before his class, and one of those kids the counselors have been saying since grade school "He's just not fulfilling his potential."
I'm excessively verbose with an affinity for language yet I'm grammatically disinclined. I cannot be offended, nor should I be taken seriously. I'm all talk that is, if I make death threats. I'm independent and unmotivated as well as witty and intelligent with no viable outlet. I'm tangential with conversations and actions often ending up not knowing where or what I started out to do.
I'd be depressed if I wasn't too busy being apathetic. I'm a closet optimist, and I've got a twisted sense of humor not to mention perspective. I have an amazing sense of direction if only I knew where I was going...or why. I travel a lot, because there's nothing better than a road trip, or any trip really. Getting lost is half the fun, the other fifty percent is running over the local wildlife.
I've been a vegetarian since I was 16 years old, and a fag since 8th grade. I can't say I ever felt "different" but I've always been pretty comfortable in my own skin.
I'm a big fan of every animal that you'd probably hate, but I'm the worst owner a pet could ask for. Sometimes I pretend I care about animal rights but that's just to seduce PETA into giving me free stickers.
I think I'm pretty normal but that's been proven wrong time and time again. I have innumerable stories at my disposal from both my vivid memory and my apparently twisted childhood. My mind runs a million miles per hour but I still act on impulse.
I have plenty of regrets, and plenty of missed opportunities. I would be crying over my spilled milk if I wasn't woefully lactose intolerant. I live in the here and now making my ability to plan rather pitiful, unless then is now and there is here. I'm fickle and consistently inconsistent which is predictable, sometimes.
I think I'm done here.
.AIM JustDontBeJewish
