A few years ago I struck out West, much like the 19th Century settlers in their covered wagons. Unlike the settlers, no one was born and nobody died of dysentery. The cats meowed a lot though.
I'm a bit all over the map. I'll never be the kind of person who picks a thing to do and then does it nonstop until they die. I have admiration for that type of person, but my interests are too great and varied. For example, people I meet playing board games are often surprised to find that I box, while people I meet at the boxing gym are likewise surprised I like board games.
I appreciate when a high five stings for a several seconds. I like a high five I can take with me.
I don't take anything seriously (except for serious things), and I've learned to suppress my natural grammar Nazi tendencies because seriously, who cares?