If you're into personality tests, which you probably shouldn't be given that their scientific validity is fairly suspect, I'm an enneagram type 1 and an INTJ.
Here's a long autobiography that I typed at one point. Skip to the TLDR if you get bored:
I grew up in genteel poverty in south L.A. county. My family had two pianos (an upright and a baby grand -- I never learned to play either, sadly), a quite extensive library of decaying literature and medical texts, most of which I never read, a large but progressively diminishing amount of antique china (earthquakes), and regular stints without water or power. My father died when I was six, and then my mom fell into a 20 year depression.
She took me out of school after 7th grade with the intention of homeschooling me, which amounted to giving me a copy of Wheelock's Latin and telling me to come back once I knew it. You can imagine what I did instead. That lasted until what would have been my sophomore year of high school, at which point she panicked and enrolled me in a dubious independent study program run out of an office building in Long Beach.
I managed to get out when I was 19. My family had spent a few months in San Francisco while my father was undergoing cancer treatments, and my memories of that time -- the happiest of my life until that point -- together with Berkeley being the best school that it was possible to transfer to led me to move to the Bay Area. After so long at home (and later commuting to a JC) and having been largely raised by crazy people on internet message boards, my time at Cal was, socially speaking, my freshman year in high school through my senior year in college compressed into two years--and just as cringe-worthy as you'd imagine--but I made more good friends than bad ones.
I also made the questionable decision of majoring in international development studies (I'd probably have gone into a science if my high school had offered any real science or math beyond algebra, but as it was I really didn't want to be stuck in junior college in South Gate until I was 22, and development seemed like an area in which I could contribute to improving the world) and then graduating in 2008. I moved back home in 2009 thinking that, as an adult, I'd be able to get my mother's dilapidating house and long-delinquent finances in order. I did manage to keep the situation from completely collapsing (at least she still has the house), but I didn't make as much progress as I'd hoped and the price was that I stagnated for two years, so then I did what any reasonable person in the same situation would do and joined the Peace Corps.
I lived in a little village near the Black Sea coast of the Republic of Georgia (in Guria province). I mostly taught K-12 English, although I also did a good deal of university lecturing, human rights education, and rural development work. I built a road using rubble from the ruins of a collective farm, drank copiously from the horns of various animals at more all-night Georgian feasts than I can count, stayed in a refugee camp, explored cave cities, talked to a few ambassadors and Hillary Clinton, and caught parasites while climbing mountains. It was cool.
I got back last year, unsuccessfully looked for an apartment in Alameda for about a month, and then moved in with some friends in Norwalk while I studied for the LSAT. I had to take it twice, which made me miss the 2014 application deadlines, but at least I did pretty damn well the second time.
I'll be in the area for another year and a half. I'm back with my mom at the moment, but now that I've found an LSAT teaching gig it looks like I'll be able to move out pretty soon.
South Gate->Berkeley->South Gate->Tadzrisi->Ozurgeti->Alameda->Norwalk->South Gate
Otherwise, I'm trying to find ways to make myself look marginally more attractive come the summer application season. I'm thinking of taking the GRE so I can apply to a joint J.D./M.P.P. program because I am a masochist.
I'm trying to decide whether I should shoot for public interest law (civil rights/civil liberties/maybe labor) or international human rights law. The latter sounds more appealing, but I wonder if that choice would represent a form of moral cowardice -- nobody criticizes you when you put Slobodan away, and you get to feel oh so good about yourself, whereas the progress to criticism/scrutiny/contempt ratio is somewhat lower for people trying to solve much more pressing issues back home. I'm interested in what others think about this one.
I'm also doing some volunteer work. Mostly GED prep classes with some people at a halfway house, though I'm going to try to start giving out free LSAT tutoring to offset some of the damage to the meritocracy that I'll be doing by working for a test prep company.
-Complaining. I discovered in Georgia that I can complain very well. I don't often come off as especially sympathetic, which renders it quite ineffectual, but it still has intrinsic value as performance art.
Lately I've been reading a lot of nonfiction stuff about ethnic nationalism, partially to make sense of Georgia, partially because it'll be relevant if I go into international human rights.
Films: Children of Men, Pan's Labyrinth
TV: The Wire, Game of Thrones, Arrested Development, House of Cards (both of them), Community
Food: I like to try a lot of different cuisines -- if I didn't I wouldn't have joined the Peace Corps -- but this is an area in which, when left to my own devices, I let my Spockiness run wild and default to subsisting on utilitarian gruel.
And why a lot of my highest matches seem to be so big on eugenics.
Also, Okcupid says I'm more wealthy, and though I'm tempted to just shut up and gratefully benefit from the mistake like I do when cashiers give me too much change... you should know that this is not the case.
-or if you're going to be a dick and reinforce gender roles in this section then you at least use proper grammar while you're doing it: "Older than I," "Taller than I," etc.
-you'd be willing to indulge my impulse to go on stupidly long road trips just to look at some rocks.
- you care about the world and you're probably too hard on yourself.
-you want to meet and just see where it goes. Most of my high matches seem to be good and interesting people, and though I am mostly looking for a girlfriend, I'm grown up enough to appreciate rather than resent friendship.
-but if we do end up in a long term relationship, you'd be willing to help me avoid turning into Calvin's dad.