My daughter was born 3 days after my 19th birthday. There is a picture of me somewhere, much skinnier and hair much longer changing her diaper. Shortly after that we moved into our own apartment. It was a miserable place just behind a gas station. I think we paid $450 a month in rent. We had no car and hardly any furniture. Our entertainment center we found in an alley and cleaned up together. Our parents gave us the odd ride and we learned the bus route. Working and caring for our daughter settled into a tolerable routine. The disabled man who lived behind us was friendly and we spent a fair amount of time standing in the odd, broken concrete area between our dwellings barbequing on my $15 dollar store grill and talking about things that concern people who have nothing - swimming, fishing, music, cheap beer, etc. We were fortunate enough that sometimes one of our parents would watch our baby and we would get a date night. We somehow had scrounged up some bicycles, I know I had won mine at a summer reading program at the local library a few years earlier, so we would ride our bikes down to the video store to rent a movie or two and take them back to our little place to curl up on the couch and relax. It struck me as strange even then that we had just as much fun riding our bikes to the store and back as anything else on our date nights, and that if we had a car we would probably have had a cramped ride across town with much fumbling with car parts and controls, and we would have had some forced conversation about nothing because that's what people do in cars. The time we lived there seemed short and was strange, strange in a lot of ways, but I remember being happy.
I'm John. Five years ago my ex-wife decided she would rather party and so we went our separate ways. My daughter is now seven and she stays with me when she is not in school. I'll be finishing my bachelor's degree and getting out of the Air Force this year. I like rock music, I'll put on black/death/thrash metal but I get that most people don't like it and no one should. I own a kayak and camping gear, hand tools and a telescope. I made my own bed frame, one for my daughter, and also a vacuum tube amplifier. I have made my own beer and cheese. I stay busy and like to engage my mind in learning and thinking about problems. That is why I hope to work as a computer programmer. During my time in the Air Force I deployed to the middle east twice, I lived in South Korea for a year, and lived in California, Texas, Utah, and now Arizona.
I know I am book smart, I was in the 'gifted' program in school and got the highest score on the SAT for my school that year. The valedictorian was pretty miffed, lol. I always do well on written tests and got a good GPA in college. Most people still hesitate to call me a nerd or geek. Most nerds don't listen to Cannibal Corpse or grow their hair out. Geeks don't drive straight six's and knock up their girlfriends. I don't really care for such terms at all - or people who must fit everyone into some simple category.
One last thing: People take this too seriously!