Bitter, misanthropic male in his late 20’s seeking similarly jaded person(s) with whom to sit around and scoff at the rest of humanity as if we’re the old men in the balcony of the Muppet Show.
I am employed. I am reasonably intelligent. I am artistic and creative, yet far too apathetic to give birth to most of what my mind conceives. I am polite and generally quiet around people I do not know. Given the right opportunity and environment, I am also fucking hilarious.
I don’t have my shit together, by society’s standards.
I don’t have any intention of getting my shit together, by society’s standards.
If there will ever come a time where you might demand that I get my shit together, by society’s standards, then I humbly request you spare me the unpleasantness and go away. I have a job that pays my bills and I don’t live with my mother, and this is about as ambitious as I get in that arena. That which most people admire, I consider trivial.
Relationships are a headache, and I’m not even sure I want one unless it’s very low-maintenance and gives me the space and breathing room that I’ve become accustomed to over the course of the last few mostly relationship-free years of my life. New friends are always welcome, even though I’m largely a hermit. I always return emails, but often ignore phone calls. I’d probably be comfortable with a cabin on a mountainside, writing my hate-filled manifestos. Ha.
I’m a goddamn catch, right? At least I’m more honest than the vast majority of people you’ll encounter here. Honesty should count for a lot, but I don’t think the going rate on it is very high anymore.
I am demiurgic, apathetic, and torpid