...when i get rather deep within my own head i get pretty creeped out by internet things like OKC, and i ponder cynically the obnoxious truth that peoples outward appearance and descriptions of themselves are very seldom accurate and thus should not be trusted, then a tiny voice within my soul laughs manically at the power i wield at times like this when i get to craft an "about me" writing, and implant entirely from scratch a representation of myself in the brains of other people. then an even tinier voice that sounds suspiciously like Brad Pitt in Fight Club, tells me i am not my khakis... and that one day i may wake up to the fact that i have fragmented my identity beyond the possibility of putting the scattered pieces back together into a unified self... and that unified self never even existed in the first place... but then my big internal voice reminds the tiny voice, through a mouth full of oreos, that i'm not wearing khakis, and asks if the tiny voice thinks the almond milk in the fridge has gone bad yet.
1. people who know me well enough to not need filled in on the back context of every story or idea i want to share.
2. people who remember inside jokes.
3. a guitar to play.
4. dry clothes that are appropriate for the temperature of where i am.
5. food and water at adequate intervals to avoid fainting...and whining.
6. access to books, internet, or people to stimulate new ideas and continue learning ( that one sounds super pretentious but its so necessary)