Renaissance man: loves arts and literature on the one hand, and sports and the wilderness on the other...traveled to many countries in what might now be called the classical mode, i.e. to visit friends, to immerse oneself in the culture of the land, to travel off the beaten path, or to enjoy the great outdoors.
Nomad: doesn't care much for material possessions. Doesn't go for comfortable lodgings when traveling (a tent is already paradise). Lived in Singapore, Indonesia, Germany, England, South Korea, Scotland, and now the USA, and yet doesn't really have one place to call home.
Como agua para chocolate: connoisseur of coffee, wine, scotch whisky and food; likes to lose himself in cooking; tactile and affectionate; great kisser; passionate lover
Self-made man: orphaned at the age of 14, co-breadwinner to a family of five, became Finance Manager in an international firm then left the corporate world and now working to become an academic.
Hobbit: has 2-3 breakfasts in a day.
But if forced to account for myself, I go by my conviction that the kind of society we live in no longer allows for any kind of uniqueness (which is probably why most of us are so captivated by, or engrossed with, the prospects). So what in fact determines the shape of our lives is not so much what we choose or aspire for but rather the opposite--those things that strike us to be beyond our control, often sinking us under, mocking and disrupting our choices, commitments and ambitions. Our fatum, our passions, our darkest temptations.
I like to frame this in the following scenario--what do I imagine myself suffering from the most as I pass the bardos of existence? Three things: the world of ideas, beautiful people, and the outdoors. These are my three delusions.