I'm irresponsibly responsible and rationally irrational. My friends would probably tell you I'm the most impulsive person they know yet the most level headed. Nothing about me makes much sense.
One day I decided I wanted to see the world, so I quit my amazing job and bought a one way ticket to Turkey and left 3 weeks later with $500 to my name. I knew nothing about Turkey but somehow I managed to learn to speak Turkish poorly and create a little life for myself. I wandered around the world aimlessly for months on end, it took me two years to find my way back home, I suffered from reverse culture shock when I got back to Canada and forgot that running water and thermostats were real things and not a figment of my imagination.
I'm curious about the world and the people in it. Whoever said curiosity killed the cat probably missed out on a lot of magnificent things.
My family and friends are amazing, my dog is a grumpy old bitch, I have numerous tattoos, none of which I have though about for more than 5 minutes and I hate cilantro.
I snowboard every weekend so SURELY I must be ok at it right?
Seriously though I'm not really good at any one thing but rather really bad at a multitude of things.
Snow and my snowboard
Concrete and my skateboards/longboard and BMX.
It's not six but I don't give a shit, I colour outside the lines....