It is a sad thing that sarcasm goes over so badly in the written
word, especially without sufficient context. You, gentle reader,
will be denied the pleasure of blazing irony and circumstantial
wit, since for now, we lack any sort of context.
Thus, cue the dry-as-fuck sales pitch. Yay!
I like honesty and logic. I have ridiculously high standards for my own actions and behaviour. This also means I have a very low tolerance for irrationality. The only way I manage to not go insane is by also being accepting of human foibles, including my own. Having high standards is great; unfortunately, people are not perfect. We are also imperfect in predictable ways: we have common (as in: we have them in common) biases which we need to overcome, which we often cannot do without proper experience or training. If you do not accept that you have flaws, you can never learn. The more flaws you are open to recognizing in yourself, the better you are able to improve and approach those high standards.
All of this is just a poncey way of saying that I am picky and difficult.
All in all, my life is pretty good.
I will not surprise you unpleasantly in the usual ways. My net worth is positive, I have no substance abuse issues, I look the way I do in my pictures, I have no illegal* sexual preferences, I'm not in bad physical shape, I have not been diagnosed with mental disorders**, I am extremely even-tempered, I pay taxes, I have finished a Master's degree at a real university, I have no offspring, and I am mobile.
That said, there are a few non-standard things about me that could turn into unpleasant surprises if not fully disclosed. There are some quirks; I am a clear and obvious sufferer of parenthesitis, aside from the obvious and overriding preference for rationality I have documented weak spots for nose piercings, weirdos, dreadlocks, power games, women of Eastern European descent and moody music.
Less superficially, I am also romantically liberal (open to what some call polyamory, though recent adverse experiences have caused me to temper my enthusiasm somewhat; 'open' is the name of the game nowadays): I do not believe in monogamy by default. That is not to say I want to sleep around; if anything, I am pickier than most. I simply believe that loving multiple people at the same time is possible, both emotionally and physically. Sure, there will be some jealousy, some wrangling, some jockeying for position. None of this is needs to be problematic if you can discuss it, support one another and be frank about your boundaries and limitations. The jealousy, wrangling and jockeying will be so much worse if it all has to happen beneath the surface, causing resentment, lack of communication, distrust and ultimately the breakdown of the system. How is that love?
* Just immoral, in some circles.
** But please, do not take this as a guarantee of normalcy, just one of stability and function.
Thus, cue the dry-as-fuck sales pitch. Yay!
I like honesty and logic. I have ridiculously high standards for my own actions and behaviour. This also means I have a very low tolerance for irrationality. The only way I manage to not go insane is by also being accepting of human foibles, including my own. Having high standards is great; unfortunately, people are not perfect. We are also imperfect in predictable ways: we have common (as in: we have them in common) biases which we need to overcome, which we often cannot do without proper experience or training. If you do not accept that you have flaws, you can never learn. The more flaws you are open to recognizing in yourself, the better you are able to improve and approach those high standards.
All of this is just a poncey way of saying that I am picky and difficult.
All in all, my life is pretty good.
I will not surprise you unpleasantly in the usual ways. My net worth is positive, I have no substance abuse issues, I look the way I do in my pictures, I have no illegal* sexual preferences, I'm not in bad physical shape, I have not been diagnosed with mental disorders**, I am extremely even-tempered, I pay taxes, I have finished a Master's degree at a real university, I have no offspring, and I am mobile.
That said, there are a few non-standard things about me that could turn into unpleasant surprises if not fully disclosed. There are some quirks; I am a clear and obvious sufferer of parenthesitis, aside from the obvious and overriding preference for rationality I have documented weak spots for nose piercings, weirdos, dreadlocks, power games, women of Eastern European descent and moody music.
Less superficially, I am also romantically liberal (open to what some call polyamory, though recent adverse experiences have caused me to temper my enthusiasm somewhat; 'open' is the name of the game nowadays): I do not believe in monogamy by default. That is not to say I want to sleep around; if anything, I am pickier than most. I simply believe that loving multiple people at the same time is possible, both emotionally and physically. Sure, there will be some jealousy, some wrangling, some jockeying for position. None of this is needs to be problematic if you can discuss it, support one another and be frank about your boundaries and limitations. The jealousy, wrangling and jockeying will be so much worse if it all has to happen beneath the surface, causing resentment, lack of communication, distrust and ultimately the breakdown of the system. How is that love?
* Just immoral, in some circles.
** But please, do not take this as a guarantee of normalcy, just one of stability and function.
