Some things about me. I have a good job. That doesn't mean I'm
rich; I do OK, and work is a big foundation in my life. I read a
lot and love to go to the movies. Sometimes I go fishing. I like
boats. I don't like seeing fish flop around gasping for water,
though. I have an empathy disorder. I often wonder what random
people are feeling, and I often (and sometimes without warrant)
feel bad for people, not in a pitying way, but more of a
compassionate way. I saw a guy the other night in my office
building, vacuuming the hallway carpet. He was clearly not from
this country. He was about my age, maybe a little older. I thought
he must be scared and lonely, maybe depressed, probably rents a
room somewhere, owns nothing but a bottle of bad cologne. Maybe his
family was killed in some political coup in the 3rd world country
from which he hails. I made this up in my head and my heart bled
for the dude. He could have been a serial killer, for all I
I fancy myself a writer, and I don't care much for material things.
I do care about connections. I know that, no matter how popular
someone is or how much he/she has going on in their life, that at
the end of the day, as the head hits the pillow, we are all alone
with ourselves. That can be very scary for some people or it can be
quite a thrill. I was put on earth to help you with those moments.
I understand you.
Oh, I installed new light fixtures in my condo the other day. I'm
talkin killing the power and attaching new wires. And it worked!
I'll be proud of myself for that for months.