It's probably possible to live without art and music and literature but who wants to try?
I am cynical yet hopeful, opinionated yet flexible, and working to be a better human being with varying degrees of success.
I used to think that not fitting in was a weakness, now I see it as a strength.
I have a severe dislike of sports aside from the occasional boxing match (watching, not participating).
I enjoy spending time alone but it would be nice to have someone around to share experiences with. It's so much easier to do the sawing when someone's holding the body still.
We're all damaged goods, at this point it's just a matter of finding someone who is compatibly damaged, and self-aware enough to recognize that without using it as an excuse to stop trying to improve and grow.
I am one of the few people I know under 60 who just does not think the internet is all that great.
Life is too short for bullshit.