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 take advantage of every opportunity to be silly. Wordplay is my jam and I'm smooth like butter.
I'm also good at parallel parking, reccomending books to people, wilderness/primitive 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:
Mystic Braves, Shakey Graves, Boards of Canada, Wilco, Nicolas Jaar, Bonobo, Elephant Revival, Darkside, R. L. Burnside, The Growlers, The Beatles, Sigur Ros, Mogwai, Doc Watson, The Smiths, Portugal. The Man, Ratatat, Nahko + Medicine for the People, Grant Green, TV On the Radio, My Morning Jacket, Bill Frisell, Wilco, Greatful Dead, Alabama Shakes, Three Tall Pines, Otis Redding, Jeff Buckley, The Shins, Pink Floyd, Lake Street Drive, Brian Eno, Grant Green, Grizzly Bear, The Velvet Underground, Led Zeppelin, Peter Bjorn and John,
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 want to have a conversation through which we may remind each other of parts of ourselves we have long forgotten