I'm old, or at least getting up there.. but then it's a learning experience and so when you get there you come to realize how short the trip really has been so far, how long there is to go, and that there are lots of destinations along the way, or none at all. It doesn't really matter.
I'm a metaphoric existentialist, a cynic - I think a lot in big-picture terms, which tends to result in mostly esoteric babble but I've found everything else difficult.
I guess the things that really matter to me are taking care of this planet since it is the only place we can ever truly call home but talk to anyone who knows me and they'll tell you I'm actually just a brat and don't care about that at all. Sometimes the people you know the best know you the least and vice-versa.
Between solipsism and empiricism I guess I've basically got myself spun into nothingness.
