...this stoic poet warrior just got to your venue after years in other far away places; he comes looking thrills, chills, a few swills, and food truck meals, as well as to document hipsters in one of their three natural habitations (Ref.)
While Goodalling-it-down in this island of misfit toys smackdab in the buckle of the Bible belt, said curator of the fantastical is hoping to secure the trust and hospitality of some authentically intriguing (just because irony can be interesting doesn't mean you're immediately more so for using it) tribespeople to share in the natural and unnatural sights and odors of their land-locked, partially-gentrified vessel under a shrinking "violet crown".
...otherwise our protagonist's time here will likely be spent wandering restlessly until he gets lost, happens upon all the wrong places, talks to strangers, and falls in with the rough crowd... general Rebel Without A Cause mischief.
Your consideration just might save our fetching, fearless, fortune-finder from a life of crime, truancy, or otherwise social deviance.
There's fun to be had, things belonging to others to be conquered, names to be made, names to be nicked, and observations to be narrated into perpetuity for our own petty amusement. And with this soliloquy, our vaudeville act is Finis.
Hi there, I'm drawn to things with a slight edge or novelty- be they a little hazardous, physically demanding, intellectually challenging or edifying. I can't be any happier than when conversing with someone intelligent and imaginative, especially if we don't agree.
I'm constantly driven to learn and grow in understanding -who isn't, right? Just like every guy on here likes to rock climb and proves his adventurousness in safari gear sharing a photo with a lion so full of opiates it can't open its eyes and every girl can't get enough sushi, has re-read the Alchemist at least twice, and thinks of herself as either a tomboy that cleans up well or a city princess who can keep up with the boys from time to time. The most unoriginal thing any one of us can do is consider ourselves the original or -especially- the last.
Seriously, though, I've got Attention Deficit Hobby Disorder and I'll typically move onto another skill set as soon as licensed or found to be passably competent in the preceding one. I'm this way so much so that there's a creepy standing offer I hope to never seriously consider with a survivalist camp in another climate.... because of my wanderlust for knowing how to get things done. It goes to reason that my favorite things to do are explore, ask questions, test hypotheses, and -of course- test limits.
Before this I worked for the government. I left mostly because living out of a bag for the better part of a decade is fun but there is no replacing what community adds to the quality of one's life. My work then, as it is now was about trying to understand the human experience in all its environments and conditions; as such I'm fascinated with behavioral science, culture, and language and how they define the way people experience their world. I recently completed a study of Arabic, can get by in French and Turkish. Portuguese and Russian are on my to-do list, though I might fill that brain space with Norweigan or Persian if the opportunity presents itself first. Anyone who knows one of these is more than welcomed to contact me. I'd love to be able to practice the language and learn from you and your experiences...
...because what is life if not an accumulation of experiences? And why are any of us here if not to share them and make new ones?
Oh, and don't write to me if your response to the above paragraph is to accuse me of fetishizing cultural otherness. How droll. This misplaced indignation is what Mazlow would consider a "pinnacle" white and spoiled issue. Certainly don't write if the accusation "Oh, you're one of them," without further explication is the way you think adults affect change or win power over each other. There's a reason only women over 25 need apply... younger can experiment with social etiquette on each other's time, not mine.