I think of myself as generally kind and compassionate, but I have discovered that some people should be avoided sometimes. Nonetheless, I think I've come to a point where I can accept the idiosyncracies of most people and let them be who they are without getting my knickers in a twist. I've been told I am patient and tolerant, possibly to a fault. I'm a realistic optimist, meaning that I see reality, and it seems to me that most things I would like to accomplish are possible.
I enjoy hanging out with friends, family, complete strangers, recent acquaintances, and, one might hope, you.
I eat green things, red things, yellow, purple, and orange things. I do not eat anything with a face. (No, that does not include Mr. Potatohead. Everyone knows the face can be removed first.)
I currently work three jobs, sometimes as much as 50-70 hours per week. I somehow manage to find time to socialize, though I would really like to socialize a lot more.