I can't not be nice to other people. It's not a selfless thing -- the thought of successfully brightening someone's day helps my own mood. And so I hold doors open for people. I ask the bank teller how their day is going. I hang back a second so that waiting car can pull into traffic safely. And I never cuss where others can hear me. Well... okay, if I'm really ticked I'll whip out the only German word I know....
These days, if I'm not working I'm at home writing. Or trying to write, I should say. I've been working on a handful of novels for years, but progress is painfully slow.
Now and then I also take a stab at writing music -- which is always a challenge if you don't know how to read music. Not impossible, but a challenge. And often the end product is something that I'll listen to over and over.
I'm not religious, but I'm not an atheist either. There may well be a universal force greater than our comprehension, but who am I to assume I know what that is? Until I see empirical evidence one way or the other, I'll try to keep my mind open.
I'm not an adventurous person, and my comfort zone will never include clubbing or wild parties. A quiet night at home or out with a few friends will do just fine, thank you.
I can't stand cigarette smoke. I don't know how to relate to heavy drinkers, but I have no problems with a little now and then. I don't approve of drug use, but I could possibly tolerate marijuana as long as it's not a major problem and you respect my choice to leave it alone.