I think that having things in common is overrated. I think what's
far, far more important is that your neuroses don't clash. You're
either going to find me pretty amusing or I'll depress the Hell out
of you. There really doesn't seem to be a middle ground.
I enjoy terrible puns, riffing absurdly on over-literal interpretations of sentences, and imagining surreal motivations behind anything vaguely unexplained. I like music, movies, video and boardgames and other indoor pursuits. I'm fairly passionate about them, though, and will bore you with information pertaining thereto. I love technology and reading about science and history. I love going for drives and walks (not hikes). I have a truly excellent home theatre, but no-one to really share it with. I do absolutely kick arse at trivia though.
I play electric guitar very badly and have just started painting again a decade after design school crushed my spirit. I have some attempts at the start of a novel languishing in my Gmail "Drafts" folder. I have no dreams of success or significance, but I like mucking about for its own sake.
I should mention that I'm what's known as "high-functioning autistic". In my case much less "adorkable" than famous TV Asperger's closet-case Sheldon Cooper, and more prone to anxiety and self-loathing. I'm a bit routine-bound and have thirty black t-shirts and look exactly the same every day. I will tend to get slightly uncomfortable if asked to step out of my tiny, boring rut. I'm whatever the opposite of spontaneous is. I have sensory issues and get overstimulated in bright light, noisy places, wind and so on. I am socially awkward and oblivious unless I'm paying very careful attention, which exhausts me. I'm a cynic, curmudgeon, nihilist and misanthrope because I am vaguely aware of the rest of the human race and how on Earth could one be anything else in the face of that?
I enjoy terrible puns, riffing absurdly on over-literal interpretations of sentences, and imagining surreal motivations behind anything vaguely unexplained. I like music, movies, video and boardgames and other indoor pursuits. I'm fairly passionate about them, though, and will bore you with information pertaining thereto. I love technology and reading about science and history. I love going for drives and walks (not hikes). I have a truly excellent home theatre, but no-one to really share it with. I do absolutely kick arse at trivia though.
I play electric guitar very badly and have just started painting again a decade after design school crushed my spirit. I have some attempts at the start of a novel languishing in my Gmail "Drafts" folder. I have no dreams of success or significance, but I like mucking about for its own sake.
I should mention that I'm what's known as "high-functioning autistic". In my case much less "adorkable" than famous TV Asperger's closet-case Sheldon Cooper, and more prone to anxiety and self-loathing. I'm a bit routine-bound and have thirty black t-shirts and look exactly the same every day. I will tend to get slightly uncomfortable if asked to step out of my tiny, boring rut. I'm whatever the opposite of spontaneous is. I have sensory issues and get overstimulated in bright light, noisy places, wind and so on. I am socially awkward and oblivious unless I'm paying very careful attention, which exhausts me. I'm a cynic, curmudgeon, nihilist and misanthrope because I am vaguely aware of the rest of the human race and how on Earth could one be anything else in the face of that?