When homeless people ask me for money I don't give it to them because I know they will just spend it on transfats.
Culture and I don't get along very well. I've alienated it with truth too often, and now we're no longer in contact. I don't know what's going on in the media. I find out about holidays when the gym is closed. My interests lean more toward developments such as voluntaryism and decentralization—ideas that will fundamentally change human society.
I live a relatively ascetic lifestyle. Nutrition and fitness take a substantial lead in my priorities. Perfectly normal things like consuming fast food are as unthinkable to me as eating a gerbil. Surprisingly, I'm told I maintain a level of charisma beyond that of a dead animal. I think they're just being polite.
I'm serious about achieving intimacy in my relationships. However, the millisecond I sense a lack of synchronicity between words and actions, I vapor trail to better things. I have no hesitation about living up to that standard myself.
The striations on my pecs aren't an accident of genetics. This is the very deliberate result of strict, consistent regulation of macronutrient intake. All to subtly convey the following message: This guy right here isn't gunning for a big girl.