But as we delve deeper into my psyche, there is much more to my current perceptions on reality. As a culturally displaced teenager, money was not what made the world turn round. I believed deeply in the existence of romantic love; that leaders were made up of intelligence, courage, and composed of cat-like intuition and instincts; and that the world would someday evolve into a socialistic state. None of this was to be true. By the time I was 38, the concept of love became displaced by an incredible urge to procreate for no other reason than to... procreate; leaders are getting dangerously stupider and stupider; and capitalism is beyond its hype, I mean, it shouldn't even be sustainable at this juncture, but it is ridiculously apparent that it is here to stay. I digress...
I'm loyal, honest, insightful (and paradoxically, obtuse at odd times), silly, and generous to a fault.
Generally follow absurdist principles and understand that social reality is a strange bird indeed. Tend to eat out a lot at various Hayes Valley and Mission restaurants - the food is the only reason why I pay so much to live in San Francisco.
Have a variety of friends spanning my 18 years here. Most folks are settled down and married, though, and I don't have the drive to go out to bars anymore - so I am relatively already domesticated (I tend to stray out and tie one on at least once every three months).
A good day for me is: working smart - not hard, exercise of some sort during the day, dinner with friends / making dinner, playing pool at a local haunt / or in my nook watching something of quality on the telly.