I value flaws because I got ‘em. Accepting flaws exquisitely renews life. Flaws make us perfectly who we are and we have a limited amount of time with them.
I continue to learn what it means to be human as I change and grow. I am sometimes unusually quiet on the first date. My thoughts sometimes rain heavily down upon my disposition. Other times, they trickle down alongside the unbeaten path in a stream of gurgling and glittering. I laugh at inappropriate times.
I increasingly appreciate taking the risk to really know someone, that someone may know me.
Creative things come to me naturally, such as music, poetry, stories, and images; however, they do require some work. I have a band called Pinprick Society (Pinprick Society is available at your nearest search engine), which is an amateur attempt at music. I sing poorly, play guitar not-so-poorly, and juggle fire. The band is really just me.
I sit and think about ways to fit things together, to make connections where none have previously been. For thinking, I rely heavily on my ability to visualize. For this, I like books about molecules, cells, and networks. My field of study is cognitive neuroscience.
I think too much, I drink too much, I eat too much, I sleep too much, I want too much, etc. In other words, pretty fucking close to perfect.