I'm a freak of nature, but it's all good. I don't expect you to be perfect either. I may look like a homicidal abomination, but I'm really an extremely pacifistic abomination. To be honest, I'm very empathetic and caring almost to the point of being annoying (almost being the operative word). Cussing is for the weak, but I am strong. I'm a perfect goddamn angel. Socialism and I are lovers and if you do not give your blessing to this union, I'm respectful of your erroneous ways. I'm a stereotype on high volume.
Me to a tee: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpRfpk311NU
I'm skeptical of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator assessment. I've read a few articles, blogs, etc., that point out a lot of interesting findings regarding its reliability and validity. I'm not going to use it until I've read more studies on the subject.
Don't accept a test as fact just because it is mass produced and widely distributed.
I just want a person whose craziness is compatible with mine.
We are defined by what we are not. Put that little tidbit in your backpocket.
I meditate through walking. I've been known to pace tremendously, too. I really, really love to travel. I've been to Europe four times and I hope to live there someday. I have two jobs and I go to school full time (see: no life).
Morgan Freeman doesn't narrate my life, but Bridget Jones surely does.
I'm in a relationship with a truly wonderful man. He gives Mother fucking Teresa a run for her donated money. Yes, let the jealousy flow through you.
As a sidebar, based on our culture's definition of gender, I would be considered genderqueer, pangender, etc., however, I consider myself agender. I opt out of the gender binary as well as anything to do with it. I think social constructions on humans whether it be race, sex, gender, etc., shouldn't exist. People should be people and we should probably stop categorizing. That being said, since gender, sex, race, and all these social constructions do exist in the sense that people believe in them, I completely support how one identifies themselves.
I'm the designated masochist.
Everybody is interesting until you get to know them.
Fact: You can't have everything in life, not even a good "about me". This is no exception. My self-summary is a good representation of what I am all about: disjointed and not at all fluid.
Read between the lines and see the empty space.
Seriously though, I'm joking. If you couldn't weed through this mess of an 'about me' by distinguishing between what I am and what is a bad attempt at humor, well, like, whatever then. I have a predilection to end these things abruptly.