Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
That's very interesting, and I think, very illuminating. There seems to be a definite pattern emerging. And, of course, this pattern, once isolated, can be coped with. Recognize the problem, and you are halfway on the road to its, uh, its solution. Uh, tell me, what do you do for fun? What activity gives you a different sense of enjoyment from the others? Uh, what do you find fulfilling? What gives you that... special satisfaction?
I love:
The Arizona sky.
Bad guys getting away in the end.
The shy ones who are secretly cocky. The cocky ones who are secretly shy.
Men in business suits who carry briefcases while on their way to attend an important business meeting.
My weiner dog.
Ghosts and paranormal.
Werewolves and Zombies.
Monsters of most varieties.
Sweet and salty together.
Coffee with my oxygen.
Overbites.
Reading and memorizing the dictionary.
Ice water. Ice Cream. Ice.
Never wearing shoes.
My DS.
Road trips.
Reading trashy magazines while taking a bath.
Kissing.
Fast hard music. Slow euphonious music.
Controlled fear.
Blood and gore.
The sun for providing warmth. The moon for allowing things to lurk in the darkness.
Lip gloss and black eyeliner.
Gratuitous violence.
Coloring outside of the lines.
Thinking like a man while being girly.
Laughing at inappropriate times.
Things with sharp teeth and poisonous dispositions.
Space. Stars. Galaxies.
Occasionally killing, leveling up and collecting loot.
Quantum physics.
Wearing your heart on your sleeve even when it hurts.
Staying up all night. Sleeping in the sun.
Porn.
The opposite of indifference.
Open-minded free thinkers.
All things nerdy.
Nerds.
