In kindergarten, another girl decided she had a crush on me, and would chase me around the playground at recess. One afternoon, she sneaked up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. I fell right off the jungle gym, tore my pants, got a face full of dirt and had the wind knocked out of me.
To this day, I'm looking for the girl with whom we can be superheroes, but I am always and forever falling off of jungle gyms.
I am a card-carrying existentialist (if they distributed cards for such a thing), idealistic, principled, yet surprisingly relaxed.
I love hanging out, and by that I mean just conversing for ungodly amounts of time. Give me a good wine bar or dive bar with good company and conversation any day over a club or meet-market. Conversation is an exercise in self-control at times, because if it's a topic I care about, there's no shutting me up. I can opine like a sum'bitch.
Mostly, though, I just want to laugh. I find myself laughing at the smallest things I notice, at the common and the absurd (often simultaneously), and at myself. If laughter is the best medicine, I will live forever.
I'm a sucker for a good storyteller. The difference between the interesting and the banal is all in the presentation.