It’s actually difficult to describe one’s self rather than the happenings in one’s life. Usually I fall back on my standard, "It matters not who I am, where I am from, or where I am going. All that matters is that ‘I Am’ until I perceive myself otherwise". (You like that? Yeah, that’s me being all sorts of “deep” and “contemplative” or something like that. I learned it in “How To Be A Pompous Philosophy Faker” class.) But let me see what I can some up with this time. I’m a 6ft. male with an average build and average looks. I am the guy you find tucked away in the corner of a coffee shop drawing. I am generally shy. But don’t let the “average” and “quiet” exterior fool you. “Still waters…” and all that jazz.
Beneath the surface I am fueled by caffeine and a special brand of madness (Sometimes booze and rage. But we’ll not go into that right now). A veritable maelstrom! Anything I feel passionately about I will pour my all into. You know, it’s actually getting hard to “describe” myself.
All this feigning pseudo-self-contemplative talk is getting taxing. Why don’t you just read the blog and figure me out for yourself, because I really have no clue.