It's probably possible to live without art and music and literature but who wants to try?
Cynical yet hopeful, opinionated yet flexible, 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.
Life is too short for bullshit.