I've never met a compliment I didn't deflect and I don't take myself too seriously. Friends describe me as self-deprecating, goofy, and incurably honest, and tell me that my personality is a nice mix of masculine and feminine traits. Hey, if it wasn't, I wouldn't be admitting it here, right?
In my previous life (just a few years ago, not before reincarnation), I was a psychologist studying romantic relationships, attraction, and emotion, all with an evolutionary twist. It was a weird and interesting combination.
Currently learning to code in R and re-learning the embarrassingly little French I knew from years of HS.
I like to hike, run and play ultimate frisbee (when not beset by shin splints), seek out new music, karaoke, and watch NFL and NBA games (big Chicago fan). I'm also pretty good at ping pong and chess and consider them sports as a result.
I go for a wide variety of activities and adventures if they involve someone I like a lot. Except scuba diving and rock climbing, I've learned those don't mesh with me.
Knowing how to spell complicated names, remembering your birthday or other important dates, etc.
Compiling ridiculous quotes from my friends.
Using the "immigrant excuse" selectively, whenever it's convenient to cover up a lack of pop culture knowledge.
Students who I taught claimed that I made air quote gestures all the time. As a result, they took nothing I said literally.
Big part of my life. Favorite songs range from
Friends find it odd that I rarely pay attention to lyrics - for me, it's more about the feeling the music and the words produce in combination. A few favorites:
sad: elliott smith, depeche mode
happy: stevie wonder
pensive: pink floyd, radiohead, talk talk
spiritual: george harrison
romantic: magnetic fields
old-timey: decemberists, beirut
boisterous: new pornographers
nightmarish: king crimson
flamboyant/dramatic: queen, muse
Also, I will obsessively rate music albums on a 1-10 scale. If you think that's bad, I know someone who rates them in Base 16.
...you know there's a setting in between "heat" and "A/C" in cars called "fan". Apparently, not knowing this is a real thing. Oh, Americans.