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.
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!
This is a definitive list. I'm totally crap at everything else.
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.
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.
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.