I'm a child of the Sixties (which, of course, didn't really start until 1963 or end until 1973) whose tastes and style are still heavily influenced by those years.
I am a jumble of (seeming) contradictions.
I dropped-out of high school and "ran away" to sea, retiring after 20 years in the Navy, then opened a used book store in Takoma Park (which closed in 2005). I completed an MS in Health Care Management in August and am now working on an MPH.
I am usually dressed in t-shirts, jeans and Tevas in the summer, jeans, flannel shirts and hiking boots in the winter, but I love vintage suits from the Thirties and Forties (and own several).
I like living alone but often think of living in a commune.
I drive a Prius but my dream vehicle would be a VW bus.
I am decorating my new condo (in a 1957 building) with movie posters and photos of friends and I still love beaded curtains (but don't have any), yet I am also a big fan of Gustav Stickley's architecture and furniture.
I love traveling and have been all around the country, to the Pacific and Europe, often taking-off on the spur of the moment without any firm plans, but haven't done much traveling lately because I hate to spend the night away from my dog.
I liked having a beard and ponytail (which have come and gone several times) and wearing an earring but right now my hair is short and I'm clean-shaven (and the piercing closed-up: one thing I'm consistent on is a dislike of pain which is why I haven't gotten it pierced again).
At work I'm pretty organized while at home I am pretty messy (although when I do go on a binge of cleaning and straightening-up I love how the place looks).
I can easily strike-up conversations with strangers on the Metro but when I'm at a party, even with friends, I can be shy.
I don't seek danger (no skydiving for me, thank you) but have intervened in potentially dangerous situations where I thought someone was at risk of injury or violence.
In short, I'm a unique person, but then, aren't we all?