I imagine for women it is like this: you spend a very valuable hour, ok, maybe two, composing your thought-out profile only to receive the biggest load of insensitive bullshit from the world's most ignorant piles of dogshit you've ever seen or heard from. Some of them are good looking and you think about it. The real nice ones are never good looking, so you don't. If they are, you assume there is something psychotic about them. And you're probably right. because that nice message they sent you weeks ago you never responded to, so they follow up with the most ignorant insensitive bullshit a nice guy ever said to a woman walking through waist-high piles of dogshit dude messages (i went to college, you can tell by my diction).
I'm the goofy sometimes corny intelligent slender guy. Absurd and ridiculous at times. I don't suffer from any tough-guy problems. I have a good sense of humor and no desire to prove otherwise. Grief Management comes natural to me. I'm no stranger to processing pain, grief, loss and hardship. I don't bury my anguish. I face the unknown, dance with the strange. Well-adjusted, balanced, and completely blown away by how easy it is for negativity to trump positivity's hard work.
I usually listen to others with a wry grin forming on my face as I home in on something about their diction, word choice, subject matter, or unique facial movement. That's not to say I do it all the time. I don't. But I will. I probably will. It's totally childish, but, hey.
Who am I . . . Absurdly ambitious, fiercely driven, and completely ridiculous. An Obsessive, unmedicated, Apollonian-in-remission, dancing with Dionysian shadows. In the words of an old friend, "the 'tude of a punk with the soul of a monk."
I'm a musician. Not just some guy that plays and instrument and writes songs; yeah, that too, but I've played in all types of bands, doing all types of music, having taken two years of music theory before even finishing high school: i know music.
I know writing, too. But that's another story . . . for another section.