Looking back, nostalgia is my only regret.
I grew up in a wood shop in the Junction; I've lived most of my adult life in Parkdale.
Yes, the wood shop thing is true.
My Dad used to say, "Don't burn your bridges." So I started napalming them.
Then I burned down his wood shop.
I hate the smell of sawdust in the morning, or any other time of day.
I don't want to go back in time, I want to bring time to me.
I am naturally contrarian, and I am quietly annoyed by cliches and wise old sayings meant to convey ageless wisdom, which always seem to lack insight. But maybe it's a blessing in disguise!
I'm not always serious.
But seriously, I am willing to meet people just to have fun. But I am looking for a relationship, eventually, but not just with anyone who fits my application requirements. We have to have chemistry, too: we should both have carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen. Or it's just not going to work if one of us is not human.
Now I feel guilty about my chauvinistic, human-centric xenophobia as expressed above. Sorry, I'm only human.
I am anti-stalker.
I actually don't have application requirements. I get along with most people who are engaged mentally. Someone who wants to tell me insightful things. Someone who realizes that I am by far the most modest person in the entire world. Gets irony. Likes analyzing creative ideas using reason, realizing that they function together in spite of what Wordsworth says. Someone who is passionate about narrative art (in the broad sense) and/or philosophy. Doesn't have unresolved anger problems that get dumped on others. However, I don't mind introspective, unresolved existential anxiety; that's worldly and sexy, and I suspect those who scoff at it have small souls. There, I said it.