I've been too tired, and every time I write down what's happening in my life it turns depressing...fast.
Personally, I love reading profiles, especially ones not contrived just to fill space. If it has heart, I read it, because my words have meaning and soul as well. More importantly, I care about trying to understand what you want someone to know about you.
If you are like me, then you may understand my reasoning for not wanting to divulge information that could ruin the desire to want to know one another. Such as:
University graduate, but unemployed
34 year old man, living with and caring for his dying mom
Reads nonfiction, sci-fi, fantasy, Manga, yet none of the Classics.
Listens to predominantly 90's music, but has some eclectic taste for other periods, and definely enjoys nearly every genre; A perfect sound for any moment.
I love Longbranch Café and Bakery, and The Cellar. I frequent both, often to escape the pain and suffering I experience, but also to just get out of the apartment on the not so rough days.
I recently spent a few weeks considering what should happen if I died suddenly. Yet, again, there was just cause. Only a few days ago I had surgical procedure done on my heart, and fortunately for me it could not have gone better. Still, having to make plans just in case something had went wrong made me question not the things I couldn't live without, but how someone else could handle my important things once I passed on. Honestly, I only took care of two things:
Made sure my guitar would find new home where she would be appreciated.
Made all the arrangements for my mom to be taken care of while I recover, and if I wouldn't had survived.
Now I'm up to date with my summary. The only thing left is to mention all the strange pains and bruises I'm seeing and feeling while getting better, but that's just not what I want to talk with new people about. There may not be many conversation starters above or below, but there are a few other than the shit I deal with.