Truth is I'm a boring bastard. Not because I'm lazy. It's been months since I've went out and tried to have a good time. It's not just because I work nights. I hate this time of year. Holidays have been ruined for me, especially now that almost all the family I've ever loved are gone.
This is such a trick question. A correct answer would be 'How can I know?' Sure, we can all fall back on the usual defining traits. I'm tall. I identify as a heterosexual white male in my mid-thirties.
What are we looking for under this heading, though? Do we stereotype ourselves so that others can fit us in a mental category that appeals to our ideal, pedestal worthy image we can use to determine whether or not to answer messages or block unworthy users?
Yeah, that sounds about right. I only mention it because I do it too.
Indigenous Chinese elder tribeswoman recently relocated to urban society+vodka+recording equipment.
They bought grandma a bottle of booze, took her to a nice room, got her nice and comfortable and drunk, then had her tell stories.