I work as a youth development mentor, shaping the minds and hearts of youngins while I try to let their free minds and disinhibited spirits shape me.
Pursuing lots of academia in psychology
I'm also good at parallel parking, reccomending books to people, being empathetic, wilderness/primitive living skills, not having a circadian rhythm, photography, cooking, and avoiding small talk
Alan Watts, Robert Anton Wilson, Alexander Shulgin, Kurt Vonnegut, Aldous Huxley, Herman Hesse
Here are some artists I have been listening to as of late:
BadBadNotGood, Goat, Darkside, Doc Watson, Bowerbirds, The Avett Brothers, Marchfourth Marching Band, Shabaka and the Ancestors, Neil Young, Shakey Graves, Boards of Canada, Cage The Elephant, Doc Watson, Violent Femmes, Rayland Baxter, Thievery Corporation, The Disco Biscuts, Christian Loffler, Shugie Otis, Sigur Ros, Mogwai, A Band of Bees, Leon Bridges, Wilco, Nicolas Jaar, Bonobo, Air, Elephant Revival, Modest Mouse, The Smiths, The Growlers, Ratatat, Nahko + Medicine for the People, Grant Green, Neil Young, TV On the Radio, My Morning Jacket, Bill Frisell, Greatful Dead, Andrew Bird, Alabama Shakes, Tycho, The Shins, Pink Floyd, Lake Street Drive, Simon & Garfunkel, Brian Eno, Grant Green, Grizzly Bear, The Velvet Underground, Led Zeppelin, Olafur Arnalds, Three Tall Pines, Otis Redding, Jeff Buckley
Time in nature
But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think...The truth is you've already heard this. That this is what it's like. That it's what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you're a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it's only a part. Who wouldn't? It's called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time it's why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali--it's not English anymore, it's not getting squeezed through any hole.
So cry all you want, I won't tell anybody.”
― David Foster Wallace, Oblivion
You think my weird and silly will meld well with your weird and silly
You want to go out into nature
You want to have a conversation through which we remember parts of ourselves that we had long forgotten