10 December 2013: Why would someone who gets cancelled on, typically last minute, seven out of every eight times they arrange a date with someone, continue asking girls out on dates? The first answer that leaps to my mind is, "Because that someone is a fucking idiot." That's me, alright.
Stop. Wasting. My. Fucking. Time. Seriously. In what fucking reality do people exist, where this sort of behavior is considered acceptable? To jerk someone around like that? Unbelievable.
30 November 2013: Man, this site is depressing. I am so goddamn conflicted about things. Though this whole "update" thing does appeal to me. I own a real blog but it's not really for "personal" sort of thoughts like this. So maybe I'll do that here a bit. Just to get my feelings on paper, so to speak. I keep telling myself I'm done with relations. I;m not sure that that is accurate though. I suppose it may be more that I'm jaded on the whole dating thing. It would be super cool if I could just skip to a long-term relationship with a worthy woman. Don't worry, ladies, I am aware that that is not how the world works. I'm simply saying that it's a shame it's not like that.
Or maybe I shouldn't have finished that box of wine. Whatever. Fuck it. Those are the thoughts for today.
4 November 2013: It turns out that quiet-though-long winded, anti-social anarchists, who are sterile and philosophically at-odds with marriage, are not actually in high-demand by females, at least not for anything serious. I gave this whole "dating" thing a fair shake. It was mostly just a waste of time. I'm not going to initiate contact with people on here anymore. If you're a nice lass and you message me, I'll probably respond, but I'm through with actively pursuing any kind of serious relation.
Now, I am amused by what I wrote here below, before this change of mind occurred, so I don't want to delete any of it. Maybe that says a lot about me right there - My own wit cracks me up enough that I'm not willing to remove it from public consumption. You know, so that others can be as entertained as I am. And here you thought that I was selfish, didn't you?
I think it's important for you ladies to note that, below, I have written some things that will undoubtedly turn you off. I think this is important, because it makes it abundantly clear that I'm trying to be honest. That I'm not misrepresenting myself. I could just write a rosy-sounding, charismatic, and alluring profile and then you find out the hard way that I'm much different in reality. I didn't. I'm not perfect for you. I promise. You aren't perfect for me. The imperfection is what makes for a life worth living. So how about giving a dude a goddamn break, yeah? ;) On to the show:
I must say right off the bat that I'm fuckin' weird. I can nearly guarantee you that I am not like others you know. I can make such a statement because I have not met anyone, in person, who sees eye-to-eye with me. And trust me, I use my big mouth to throw out what I think enough that if someone actually did agree with me, I'd know because they'd tell me. If it helps, I've been described (albeit, not by a professional) as, "probably a sociopath". Yeah. I told ya'. Fuckin' weird, man. I should probably mention that I disagree with this novice diagnosis. And I'm not some sort of serial killer in the making or something, that's for damn sure.
I'm an anarchist. This may seem like merely a trivial and silly "political position" but it is much different than that. It strikes to the very root of who I am. I abhor violence. Government is violence.
"Well, it's really not that complicated. We can probably agree that it's wrong for me to point a gun at you and take all your money. Some people might feel sorry for me if I did that to buy medicine for my dying mother, but it's still a crime, because it violates your human rights. And it's still a crime if I ask someone else to do the same thing for me - and still a crime if a whole bunch of people vote to ask someone with a spiffy uniform and a badge to do the same thing."
I know. Talking about political shit makes me seem like a humorless douchebag. Sorry about that. I just had to get it out in to the open. Really, politics are not the center of my day-to-day life. You just have to know going in, that any long term prospects are subject to putting up with my anarchist values because they are pretty much set in stone at this point. Moving along, now...
For personality, I'd say I have a very good sense of humor. I'm completely unoffendable and can (and will) joke about absolutely anything. I'm rather introverted and some might say "anti-social". I just like being alone. Oddly, I can really enjoy parties, even large ones. Unfortunately, I tend need alcohol to make it fun for myself though. It’s not typically necessary to get drunk, I mean. But alcohol has a strange and inexplicable ability to bring folks together (well, and drive ‘em apart sometimes, I guess, too... but I am an unbelievably good-natured drunk).
Perhaps further adding to the weirdness, I have a bit of a survivalist mentality. I keep myself in a general state of preparedness, for issues large and small. From keeping a spare set of winter clothes (and perhaps some camping gear) in the trunk of my car to storing non-perishable food items in the closet. One never knows when shit's going to go down. Or when the zombies are going to rise up.
I have aspirations for expatriating in the not too distant future. Because my violent, out-of-control, and idiotic Uncle Sam scares the shit out of me and I don't want to be in kicking distance for any longer than necessary. It's a very unfortunate state of affairs but I see no other option. Fortunately, technology has made the world a very small place. And so travel, I will... to South America by 2015. I think.
I have my shit together generally speaking. I have a job, a car, a roof over my head that is not owned by my parents, and I struggle very little with day-to-day life. I know what I like and what I hate. What I want and what I don't. I have some goals, as mentioned, but not necessarily a set plan. I realize that could prove to be a complication. I'm working on it. I'm laid back and extremely stable and level headed. I try to never let emotion cloud my judgment and am usually quite successful at it. Truth, objectivity, and logic are, perhaps, the things I value most. Which reminds me: I cannot stress enough, that I detest being lied to. I tend to take people at their word. It drives me completely fucking crazy when people are dishonest. I'm the quintessential "nice guy". And yeah, I typically finish last with the rest of 'em. It sucks, but not as bad as women who claim they want to be with a, "nice guy who'll treat 'em right" only to continually choose cocky halfwits instead. Ahhh well, fuck it... I'm a nice guy so that I sleep at night. Not so anyone else does.
Oooooh, I know! Here are some inflammatory musings (This is the part where I drive all would-be interested parties away permanently HAHAHA!): Perhaps it would at first seem in contradiction to the previous part, but I should also mention that I'm shallow in one manner: physical looks. You are entitled to your opinion on this making me an asshole or not, but the fact is, I simply cannot get past unattractiveness (which is subjective, obviously). I must feel a physical attraction is all that I mean by this. But, I have learned something in the last couple years: women are by and large, just as shallow as men, in this regard despite all the propaganda saying that men are pigs and women are so deep and pure and what not. Fuck that. It's all bullshit. Physical attraction comes first. It's biologically programmed in both genders. I’m not saying you have to be a super-model. My tastes are different than most men, probably. Complicating things further, good looks do not guarantee anything, with me, ladies. If I would otherwise find you physically attractive, but you are clearly as dumb as rocks, I will not be likely to initiate contact with you. Yup. I'd rather go unfucked completely than get laid by a dumbass. Weird for a dude, you say? Yeah. We already went over that part. The next thing that will sink you, is superficial "requirements". If you have listed your curling iron, spray-on tan, your favorite dance club or some other superfluous noun in your "Six things..." section, then you will have already lost ground. So, to summarize, I like physically attractive, and smart women, who have their priorities straight. That doesn't sound so rare and difficult, does it? Well it fucking is, let me tell ya'.
Some more general interests I have are, learning political philosophy, economics and foreign languages, playing guitar (poorly), playing video games (not poorly), and zombies. Love zombies (actually, I'm a sucker for post-apocalyptic stories as a whole). I hike pretty often (once a week, at least). I enjoy a good story - TV show, film or book. I also like board games a lot but I never have occasion to play them. I can't remember ever losing a game of Stratego and I can't remember ever winning a game of Monopoly. Apples to Apples is also incredibly fun to play over drinks with friends.
Also, my "Personality" section/tab/thing shown above, is really not flattering at all. Thanks OKCupid. Apparently, I'm a shitty individual. Or maybe the optimist would say, "less is more." In which case, I am fucking rocking it on that thing. High-five to me!
I have kept forgetting to include this on here (I just remembered), but for those fans of the Myers-Briggs, I'm INTJ. I scored so far into INTJ territory, in fact, that I think I may have broken the test or something. The 'I' was something like 85%, the 'N' around 70%, the 'T' and 'J' were about 65%, I think. So, yeah... There's that. Just for fun.
Oh, and by the way, before you read this section (and have your delicate sensibilities damaged): I swear a lot. What? You think I should put this warning higher on the page? I like it right here where it is and I am going to do whatever the fuck it is that I want to do. So, it stays.