I was a fanatically devout religious fundie homeschooled my entire childhood by professionally religious fundies and now I do pr0n, so I'm pretty sure Freud must be jizzing his coffin right now.
I've only been exposed to the real world for a few years, so I occasionally display a lack of basic life skills like operating at the post office or pronouncing words correctly.
I'm disgustingly optimistic. There is no hate left within me. I love you.
I'm really bad at believing things that aren't scientifically backed or internally consistent, despite my tapestry-heavy interior decorating and penchant for incense.
I really need to define everything, depending on what you mean by "define" and "everything".
I'm very absentminded. I once accidentally melted salad into my bed.
I am libertarian, polyamorous, a hermit, and not a huge fan of whatever modern-day feminism has been up to lately. I approach shopping like I do hunting boar. I am attracted to desserts with right angles. I give inaccurate facial responses to emotional situations. I am disturbed by babies.
I spent 10 months out of last year doing medium-to-high doses of acid once a week - about 40 weeks in a row, so my third eye is pretty much gaping and flappy now, having been rawfucked by the fat cock of the universe one too many times.
I am not scared of being homeless, even though I've never been homeless and homeless people would probably throw garbage food and beer cans at me for saying that.
(I travel relatively frequently, so if you see location shifts, that's probably why. I'm based in Seattle though.)
TV/Movies: Firefly and Serenity, Lord of the Rings, Amelie, Reno 911, Chronicle, Game of Thrones, Before Sunset, The Fountain, Only Lovers Left Alive, Star Trek (DS9, Next Gen, Voyager)
Music: I don't know man. I like Alt-J and Glass Animals and Beats Antique lately. I like Clint Mansell and Max Richter and Olafur Arnalds and Thriftworks. I grew up eating a solid diet of Nightwish.
I'm not much into music from before 2008 cause I don't have the nostalgia for it. My nostalgia is triggered by unfortunate things like Jars of Clay or Keith Green.
Video Games: TF2 (engie-pyro-sniper), Banished, Sims (bite me), Don't Starve, and lots of other one-time-through games.
Also the abstract strategy board game Abalone. I fucking love the game - extremely simple, easy to learn, and elegant, but I can't find anybody to play it with me.
I also like Lesswrong and Slatestarcodex, Reddit and Tumblr.
My boobs. God, if I get breast cancer, I'm gonna kill myself. Fuck fighting that shit, the minute a mammary gland succumbs to a knife, I'm taking the byebye pill and having my boobs mounted taxidermy style on my grave.
(my plot brings all the boys to the yard)
Books. I have a problem.
GRAPHS. I sometimes graph my emotions to better understand them. And I love OKTrends and visual data. They make me feel smart with minimal effort.
Blankets. I'm always cold because I am severely lacking in blubber.
Game of Thrones. I'm a little bit aspergery over Game of Thrones. I might know more about ASOIAF world history than I do about American history.
The fact I'm going to die.
How to tell people, who don't know I am them, that I am them. How to more effectively demonstrate compassion and understanding to both myself and others. How to find the right questions.
How to unite rationality with tripping balls.
What consciousness is and how to make it. Or just how to feel like we've made it. Because we can't know.
Also how to rob places and assassinate people. But for fun. Like recreational creative assassination.
How and why my thoughts just formed. Where did they come from? Can you feel it? And how to identify and correct irrational thought patterns.
(this is a culturally unacceptable thing to say on a first date, however)
(college doesn't count)