I'll tell you my MBTI if we can agree to not bring it up in our first conversation.
I took a cold shower by choice every day for two months, and I still take one almost every day. Feel free to ask me why.
I'm also good at parallel parking, reccomending books to people, wilderness/primitive living skills, not having a circadian rhythm, photography, cooking, and avoiding small talk
A few my favorite books are:
Island by Aldous Huxley
Promethus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson
PiHKAL by Ann and Alexander Shulgin
The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are by Alan Watts
Shakey Graves, Boards of Canada, Dr. Dog, Nicolas Jaar, Portugul. The Man, Elephant Revival, The Growlers, Modest Mouse, The Beatles, Sigur Ross, The Smiths, My Morning Jacket, Radiohead, The Shins, Bill Frisell, Aphex Twin, The Doors, Cherry Glazerr, Wilco, Greatful Dead, Alabama Shakes, Jeff Buckley, The Mars Volta, Pink Floyd, Lake Street Drive, Brian Eno, Palma Violets, Royksopp, Grizzly Bear, Doc Watson, Led Zeppelin, Peter Bjorn and John, Explosions in the Sky, Nahko + Medicine for the People, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Windowspeak, Cage the Elephant, The Decemberists, Rumspringa, Kurt Vile, Twin Peaks
Time in nature
Friends of Bill
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 want to have a conversation through which we may remind each other of parts of ourselves we have long forgotten