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My self-summary
I have a stupid username because sometimes, well, I just don't make very good decisions.

Other times my decsion making faculties are spot on... But in an unobtrusive way that's not presenting itself to example right now. Stop asking questions!

Complaining is fun and we all love it very much, but actually, I'm pretty happy. I like things, I do things, have a pretty satisfied mind and display only medium to high neurotic tendencies. I am restless though, won't lie, always brewing a plan to travel or study or something. Sometimes they even play out in the real life place.
I get bored quickly. I like lots of alone time, but preferably in good company.

When no one is home I like to DANCE.

My neurotic tendencies and indecisiveness are highly endearing.
What I’m doing with my life
I have been working at a real, actual grown up job and am in the process of detaching the insidious tentacles of financial security and routine from their death grip on my heart.

Melodramatic response!

Yeah, nah, I'm taking a year off to travel, haven't decided yet if I'm going back to teaching the following year or being really brave and finding some other kind of work, or going back to uni AGAIN.

But I'm trying not to think or plan too far ahead because when all's said and done, it hurts my brain. Stop asking me questions!
I’m really good at
op-shopping, enjoying sunshine, shirking duties, belligerently arguing my ill-informed lefty political beliefs, not finishing crosswords, consuming large quantities of wine, giving my opinion, going to parties, outstaying my welcome at parties, using too many ellipses, feeling chilly, rugging up, being awkward, laughing too loud, texting in complete sentences using correct spelling and grammar, procrastinating and overthinking accommodation options.

This is a definitive list. I'm totally crap at everything else.
The first things people usually notice about me
They are too blinded by the sheer force of my intellect and beauty to 'notice'. They are reduced to a state of pure being.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
OK, so while music is tremendously important, it's not essential to me that friends, lovers and loved ones share my music tastes. Ditto literature and films. So rather than an exhaustive list, I'll generalise:

I like gloomy man-prose; 19th century social satire; fantasy; films with bite, whimsy or cool effects; gloomy-man music and assorted mournful and chipper alt-country lasses; gypsy-celtic-pirate-punk fusion shamozzles. Morrissey, music festivals, cowboy boots, the shiny violence of HBO, Joss Whedon. Documentaries.

I like to drink. I like food but am not a foodie. I lived with foodies, it seems exhausting, I just bring the wine. I burn all the things. I burn water I burn veggies I burn rice. I am an equal opportunity burner of all the things. I don't like to eat anything with a face. Or a spinal chord. Or sentience. I did not like the film Avatar; it was hypermasculinewhitecolonialist rubbish.
The six things I could never do without
This question is lame.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The same stuff that every vaguely neurotic person thinks about I suppose... sex, death, the "point", what other people think about me...
Also, why I'm thinking about work in my personal time, what I want to be doing next year, what country I'd live in I if didn't love Australia so damn fricken much, the position of women in the world we live in, fairness, fashion and food.

Plus a vague, pervading sense of guilt.
On a typical Friday night I am
Fridays are hand-crafted by indigenous Peruvian artisans. No two are alike.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
You should message me if
You ... want to?
You find this amusing:
You like to learn.
Your age limit isn't someone younger than you. That really gives me the willies because you're basically a dirty old man in training.
You don't want me to sit here, neurotically wondering why you didn't.
You are a seamless and elegant fusion of the dad from Roseanne, Jean Luc Picard and Nick Cave, or at least acknowledge how awesome that would be.

PS, all you young whippersnappers, please note the age preferences. Serious, alright, I really mean it! Guys that are younger than my baby brother are just... No.