Well, let's just say that it all started one day when I decided to make up details of my life that may or may not have happened. The day that I saved a small Chilean village from the horde of ravenous toucans was the day I decided to live the simple life. Every day led me to relax, start free-form charities that benefit amputated jazz virtuosos, and on mild days make certain people blush from telling tales of my escapades that I repeat only on Tuesdays. I'm a simple man, who deep down likes making online profiles in the hopes that one day my chronic boredom will be cured. Doctors say it's all in my head, but alas, I know deep down it's real.
But really, I get along with people rather easily, and a good conversation is never something to be wasted. (and for those that care about these kinds of things, I'm an INTP.)
Other than that, playing guitar is a serious passion of mine, and I've been at it for 8 years. I'm trying to start up a project here on the city.
Looking at things
Seeing finer details
Questioning those details
Questioning my taste in those details
Next, my relentless sarcasm. It's to the point that it's become too subtle, and I probably oughta change that...
TV shows: Anthony Bourdain, Top Gear, Adventure Time, Regular Show, any 90's cartoon.
Anime: Cowboy Bebop, Death Note, Trigun
Movies: Indiana Jones, Back to the Future, Planet of the Apes, Inception, any Pixar film, any Studio Ghibli film.
Food: Any steak can usually win my heart, along with good barbecue, pizza, and generally anything that will kill me earlier and earlier.
Music that makes you shiver.
Then it probably devolves into wondering about the true meaning of perceived reality.
Then me just realizing I'm in that weird state where I can't tell if I'm hungry or tired.