I live my life to the fullest, except that sometimes I don't because it's too hard and exhausting, and, well, a fucking cliche on top of all that. So maybe I should say that I live my life to the mediumest. Some days I rock and make incredible shit happen; others I just fuck around and accomplish nothing.
[Disclosure: I enjoy profanity. This profile will be peppered with colorful words because I love the effect they have on speech. I also don't believe in god so the idea of having a list of forbidden words that god supposedly finds offensive is just idiotic. How can god give a fuck whether you use "shit" or "feces" to describe the creamy lump a bird just left on your windshield? Taboo language was created as a means to stratify society into faux classes, the proper vs. the uncultured. And "because that's the way society works" just isn't a strong enough argument for me.]
One thing I do know is that I'm an unconventional man. And if there's anything of value to be gleaned from the musical Grease is that conventionality belongs to yesterday. So I've got that going for me.
Okay, you want to know about me? For a second I forgot that this is a self-summary. Here goes:
I have to be one of the luckiest fuckers on the planet. I've created for myself a fun, rewarding, very free, easy, very comfortable, mostly easy life. I hit the jackpot from the get-go as my parents were cool, loving, warm, smart and open-minded, not-religious people who encouraged me to think for myself and to not accept any new information about life at face value. The even encouraged me to question their own beliefs. Smart. The more they told me not to be like them, the more I wanted to be like them.
I lost both of my parents when I was still a kid (dad at 11; mom at 16), however. Instead of dwelling on such traumatic events, I consciously chose to enjoy the fuck out of life, knowing it doesn't last forever. Not long after my mom passed away I read Viktor Frankl's Man's Search For Meaning (it's unfortunate that the title is sexist) and that catapulted me towards the adult I ended up becoming. Not jaded. Not a nihilist. Just a rational hedonist who seeks to wring the fucking juice out of life when it's convenient and interesting.
I floundered for years, kinda rudderless. Mostly happy, but not sure what I'd end up doing with my life career-wise. I didn't go to college so I didn't have a clear job path. But also, I just didn't want a job. I knew since I was little that I wanted to be in business for myself, to make my own rules (like: Never having to wear a suit). I had a series of really stupid jobs, each one teaching me something really important (like: Not ever wanting a boss). Long story/short: I went into business for myself. And that's been the best thing that ever happened to me. I get to be cool, and fun, and sweet, and I get to make humane rules for my employees to follow (always gathering their input first to make sure they think they're fair, not just me). And I get to set my own schedule, do what is fun, delegate what's not.
I never liked the idea of monogamy. Too restricting. I mean, who would ever want to be in a relationship and never, EVER feel attraction for other people? Yes, I know, people say that it's okay to look and feel attraction, that that is just human nature, but that touching is wrong. Well, I call bullshit on that notion. Lying and cheating is wrong. But I also don't believe there is any honor in depriving yourself of pleasures, as long as no one gets hurt in the process. Honesty is the key. It's your superpower. Well, my superpower. And the more honest I am, the luckier I get. So there you go.