I often ask myself "Bro, who are you really?" These thoughts hammer
against the encroaching darkness deep into my nights, keeping back
the solitude of my dreams. I have yet to discover a metric by which
to measure the quality of my own life. If a bro lives a long
meaningful life and dies a peaceful death, do the trees in the
forest care? If the trees care, do the bushes protest? Perhaps a
happy life only serves to stymie the undergrowth of the forest, the
little bro's whose leaves are starved by the thick canopy above
I do not, however, imagine that those trees have reason to care for
the life of this bro. Not yet. I have yet to give them
So, how to describe myself. I believe I am a complicated bro, or at
least as complicated as a bro can be. This melting pot of emotions
and hormones are at constant conflict. Any consistency in my
brohavior is surely imagined. I feel torn daily between ambition
and happiness. To live the life of a simple bro, or to strive for
something greater. I have given in to both sins.
What I’m doing with my life
Finding mean, bro. Does it lie in the sum of a bro's experiences?
Is it a checklist, a series of boxes I can tick off of places I
have been and memories I have made? Perhaps then I should simply
give in to the tender embrace of madness? For who really
experiences more than the bro whose memories aren't confined by
Also, working at a killer new startup.
I’m really good at
Thinking, learning, unleashing my creativity. And stuff. It's
The first things people usually notice about me
My casual brofessional attire.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Bromeo and Juliet
Too many to list, bro. I read way more than I watch TV and
Anything in the bro sub-genre of music (brostep, bro grass, bro
I love cooking. Some of my bro's even think I am quite good at it.
However, I love cooking interesting things far more than tasty
things. Just warning you, brah.
The six things I could never do without
My fellow bro's.
That's eight, but I have always felt that a bro should never try to
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The world, bro. The world. Lately I've been going through my
post-college identity crisis and am finding myself spending a lot
of time thinking about my place in brociety. I also like to spend a
lot of time thinking about my creative endeavors. I have always
felt that the act of creation is the purest expression of the
purpose of my being, that in those moments I attain a glimpse of
some greater truth underlying my existence. It doesn't matter if I
am fixing a piece of furniture or soldering some circuit, bro. It
is the act that matters.
On a typical Friday night I am
Musing. I let thoughts wash over me like grains of sand on the
beach, watching them roll in and out with the tide. Also, chugging
brewski's with my broski's. It comes and goes though, bro, like a
leaf in the wind. Other days I chillax at home. This bro is pretty
open to anything.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I sometimes think I say bro to much, bro. But then it passes.
You should message me if
You are intelligent, creative, and passionate. And stuff.
Anyone who can speak to me in German gets major, major bronus
points. Hearing that language gives me goosebumps.
Additionally it is important that you have a good sense of humor.
Despite the seriousness of my above brofile, I do have quite an
active sense of humor.
Also, my actual profile is DNAKeith