Please note: An open mind really is a pre-requisite if you want to talk to me (or at least if you want me to like you in the long run). With that in mind, those of you without such a faculty, please shut the door as you leave; I wouldn't want to waste your time.
I'm 28, a bit unusual, and a few other things.
Things you should know about me (potential deal-breakers, and points of general [dis]interest):
- Allegedly INFJ, if you put stock in those sorts of things.
- I am happily taken and not looking for a relationship. Emphasising this as apparently it's quite easy to miss the bit up by my name. I can understand people assuming that if you have an active profile on here you're looking for something-or-other of a romantic/extra-marital nature, but I am probably the exception that proves that rule. I live with my partner [___dweebgal], am very happy with her, and am looking for FRIENDS ONLY. There may be parts further down that contradict this sentiment - please disregard them. I wrote too much and now I can't check it all :(
- I'm insecure. I will favourite you, but I will more than likely fail to summon up the sheer strength of will to apply fingers to keys and send you a message. I state this in the vain hope that someone out there will find my shyness endearing, and take the initiative. Even "hi" helps a great deal. IMs are even better.
- Not only do I like swearing, I also think it's clever. "Fuck" is the most versatile word in the English language. Consider the following grammatically correct sentence: "Oh, fuck; the fucking fucker's fucked." So yeah, if you're offended by bad language... well, consider yourself the subject of the aforementioned sentence, I guess.
- I don't want children. Definitely not now, and probably not ever, although one never says never (unless one has been sterilised). As a corollary to this, if I *was* ever to decide I wanted kids, my (strong) preference would be to adopt. There are too many people in the world as it is, and why make another life when there are already untold numbers of kids growing up without family. Seriously, if I can influence you in any way at all, please, don't procreate - adopt an orphan/unwanted child. It really is the RIGHT thing to do. I welcome anyone who wants to debate this with me.
- I'm politically liberal/centrist. Following the whole tuition fee debacle, I no longer consider myself to have a political party, but I used to vote yellow. I've become so bloody disaffected that I no longer have a clue who I'd vote for if an election fell tomorrow. But I'd vote. Or scrawl profanity across my ballot in disgust.
- My degree? French and Mathematics at Exeter. As part of it, I spent a year living and studying in Chambéry, Savoie - it's a beautiful little town. Go there.
- My linguistic background is probably part of the reason I'm a bit of a grammar-fascist. I do try to keep it in check, though. Although I'll never get over people confusing "less" and "fewer". It's really not that hard. Less cake, fewer cakes.
- I never seem to be single for very long, and I don't know why. I've even *tried* to stay single, and failed. This isn't a boast - I genuinely see this as a negative thing.
- I'm a firm believer in the motto "Stop moping, start coping". I succeed at this 99.997% of the time, and fail spectacularly the other 0.003%. I'm ok with that, given that most people seem to have the inverse ratio going on.
- I'm broadly anti-Religion. Not any particular religion, just the concept itself. Personally, I identify as agnostic, in the sense that I have yet to see any evidence to either prove or disprove the existence of a deity of some ilk. In any case, I feel that anyone who claims to be able to definitively say that there either is or is not a God is deluding themselves. Sure, when you die you may find out you were right, but if you do, you just got lucky, sunshine. My dad always jokes (sliiiiightly racistly, I fear) that "everyone is going to feel really stupid when they die and find out that Bongo-Bongo, the God of the Congo was in charge all along." He may have a point.
I'm strongly of the opinion that the default position on anything should be "we don't know", until incontrovertible evidence one way or the other is found. That's an intelligently-formed, carefully-considered conclusion based upon all available evidence. To my mind, science doesn't (or at least, shouldn't) say "there is no God". Science says, "Ask again later". No, wait, that's a Magic 8 Ball. I think I've forgotten what my point was.
Thankfully, Victoria Coren has put it quite marvellously here: "there seems to be a false distinction gaining ground between “believers” and “rationalists”, when I think neither theism nor atheism is particularly logical. It worries me that a certain vocal group of proselytizing atheists are trying a little too hard to attack the idea that faith is a comfort (what’s wrong with that?) and that taking comfort in faith is ignorant. I say: whatever gets you through the night. If it’s prayer, or faith (whether within a particular church or [...] a less specific, less doctrinal sense of higher power that doesn’t currently express itself regularly in any official place of worship) then don’t let people make you feel a fool for that; you aren’t one. Unless you are one. But there are as many non-believing fools as believing fools, and faith has nothing to do with it."
For the record, Victoria Coren is ace.
- I want to be musical, but am not - I lack the dexterity. I can strangle a noise out of a guitar, sort of, and I love playing my ukulele (not a euphemism) although again, I'm not much good at it. I can also sing a little, but I hate my voice - doesn't stop me randomly singing my way around the house/life in general, though.
- I've re-discovered my love of gaming (video games,boardgaming, CCGs, card games... the works). You'll find me fairly frequently at Forbidden Planet or Area51 in Bristol playing Magic: the Gathering (usually booster drafting (badly) or playing Standard (badly)). I'm always looking for people to trade/playtest with! Equally, if you like Ticket to Ride, Settlers of Catan, Carcassonne... we should hang out. Oh, and even if you don't think you like games, you'll like Cards Against Humanity. Seriously, buy it, and thank me later.
- I think Dr. Seuss had it right; "Be who you are, and say what you mean, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." However, I'm blessed/cursed with a complete inability to take most of life at all seriously.
- I play a bit of poker. Yes, for money. No, rarely for much money. Yes, I'll teach you. No, I won't let you win. I probably won't have to. *sadface*
- I am, broadly speaking, anti-smoking. Important distinction: That's anti-smoking, not anti-smokers. If you smoke, fair enough, but I am one of these people who would *prefer* it if you didn't smoke around me. It smells bad, it tastes bad. Personally, I don't get the attraction - these days, the having to go out in the cold when you're at the pub would be more than enough to put me off! Whatever floats your boat, I guess.
- I veer massively between an almost sociopathic lack of patience with "people in general" and being incredibly tolerant and appreciative of people's "differences". I think I probably just don't like people who are too "normal". I fucking love quotation marks, too.
- I like wrestling (WWE etc.) and am ok with it. It's just Eastenders with added gymnastics, let's face it.
- I make racist jokes to poke fun at racism, sexist jokes to poke fun at sexism, and homophobic jokes to poke fun at homophobia. Honestly, if you're going to take that sort of shit seriously when I come out with it, you're not going to like me. My sense of humour is "unique" and somewhat harsh (occasionally cruel), but they're fucking jokes, people - they don't reflect what I actually think, they're just absurdities that make me laugh. Chances are that if I'm poking fun at you, winding you up deliberately, or generally just being a bit mean to you, I'm quite fond of you.
- I'm stealing these words from a friend of mine, but... "sometimes I struggle with me."
- Oh... and my name's Nathan. I should probably mention that.
- PS. Full disclosure, I suffer from Secret Internet Fatness. I've put on a few stone since the photos were taken. I'm not vast, but I'm not what you'd call slim either. Not that it matters.