About Me
Several weeks ago, I decided to remove the little blurb that I had written about myself and replace it with two words, “under construction.†When I wrote it, I was an angrier person. I saw everything in my world falling apart, again... I usually consider myself to be a fairly dynamic individual, not only coping with change, but embracing it. Instead I found myself clinging to the center of something that no longer existed, at least in a form that I was refusing to let go of....The angst set in... (well, it happens to the best of us sometimes)So instead of painting myself as this dark and mysterious figure, eternally misunderstood by all who surround him, let's level a little. The path ahead is uncertain, that's the beauty of life. In respect to the past, shall we approach it in broad and general strokes, for while the past is fixed, the facts and events unchanging, it is not immutable. As we evolve, so does our understanding of the things that shape us. The past is alive, and never behind us....First and foremost, I am a city boy, born and bred. I have never been and will never go camping, which isn't to say that I don't enjoy nature. I'll sneak off the mountains to go bouldering, strip off my clothes and jump naked into some secluded hot spring, stand in the middle of a mesa at midnight, drop acid and howl at the moon! And yes, I did see Golem hiding behind that rock and the tree, for your information, wanted to hug me! It would have been rude to refuse such a simple, kind request. When the fun is over though, I like to drive back into town, have a few glasses of single malt scotch, take a shower, and climb into bed between 300 thread count sheets. I do love nature and can appreciate her power and mystique, but as many of my ex-girlfriends will attest, I rarely spend the night.I tend to approach social situations with a tempered arrogance, but I try to do this without manifesting an air of superiority. As a fanatic of culture, fashion, cuisine, art, history, music, etc. etc. etc.... I make no apologies. My ego is a hungry beast and requires constant feeding. I don't need to be the center of attention (though I grab it often when the opportunity presents itself). I'd rather be distinguished than notorious, but throughout life I've worn either and occasionally both mantles. Sometimes I think I've mellowed in the last few years. The truth is I still have the same propensities, I just don't get out as much as I used to. That will be changing in the very near future, just to let you know...Now comes the hard part because I'm still “under construction.†As strong as I like to think I am, I have hit some pretty major bumps in life that have sent me quite far off track. I save the details for those closest to me because they have earned that right. Good friends help you pick up the pieces when you are broken. Great friends show you that you can be even stronger than you ever were. Many of you who read this will fall into one or both of those categories. With complete sincerity, I thank you dear friends.So here I am, the arrogant, classy, megalomaniacal, city boy who has been broken and put back together. I know now that I am moving forward in life. I look forward to meeting you on that uncertain path. Maybe we can walk together for a little while?- X/B
