Here's a good way of looking at me... I play Guitar Hero / Rock Band - because the fun, the challenge, comes from thinking on your toes. Memorizing what's coming, the past isn't fun; new challenges, where the future isn't certain, is infinitely more fascinating.
After making it through college, what I was willing to admit to knowing about myself was: A) I'm still up for the same stupid stuff that I was ready to do when I went in. B) I'm still not sure what I'm doing with my life, but look to have fun doing it. C) I tend to abuse my body to see how far it'll go before breaking.
I'm me. I think. Usually I'm me. Sometimes I'm someone else, but only because the person who's me decided to be someone else for a while.
Confused yet? Cool. It's working.
I'm a sarcastic, cynical bastard... but yet, I'm still optimistic. Maybe I'm just contrary... Nah, that couldn't be it.
I've been known to spontaneous channel the spirit of Gir.
My head's an eclectic collection of quotes and karma... Not really with the 'quotes and karma' crap, but I liked the alliteration and feel of the sentence. So it stays.
I have a complete gutter for a head and a nearly-blank resume of experience. I don't know if I'm picky, or just stumped. I don't need to be corrupted - just the opportunity for the corruption to blossom. So to speak.
You females confuse me; any lady wanting anything from me is probably going to have to hit me over the head before I realize it.
From the original form of OKCupid, when I signed up because I was taking all the quizzes and wanted a record of 'em:
Reactive, contemplative, and cynically optimistic.
Watching stuff like Invader Zim - then having thirty minute conversations with other people using nothing but GIR quotes.
Performing in local community plays, because I get to do things like wear a royal dress.
Coming up with ways to amuse myself.
Looking for the true human beings among the mindless drones when I'm feeling pessimistic, or looking for the true human beings IN the mindless drones when I'm optimistic.
I'm fairly decent at doing audio and video editing, when it's called for.
Oh, yeah. I'm good at sarcasm. I'm ridiculously good at editorial comments. MST3K writ large, if you will. The only way I survived my first viewing of Donnie Darko was by riffing on the big evil Energizer Bunny... "Tell me again about the rabbits, George!"
If that doesn't do it for you, what about hair? I got lots of it.
A) Stephen King, Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, Weaveworld, comic books (the well drawn ones), JTHM, Memnoch the Devil, Snow Crash
B) Army Of Darkness, Kung Fu Hustle, MST3K/Rifftrax, Thank You For Smoking
C) Invader Zim, Sealab 2021, The Tick (animated series), Community, Burn Notice, Top Gear
Not -favorite-, but stuff I'd watch twice: Doctor Who, Red Dwarf, Better Off Ted
D) I'll listen to anything new once, but to get specific: Carbon Leaf, The Offspring, Green Day, Bad Religion, Weird Al, Static-X, Traci Lords, Poe, Garbage, Apollo 440, Daft Punk, Jamiroquai, Crystal Method, Chemical Brothers, Mindless Self Indulgence, Metalocalypse
E) Anything not moving. I like new stuff, and there are tried and true dishes, but I've nae a thing to say about a preferred culinary treat. Give me a plate of something and a rum and ginger, and I'll be okay for a while.
Freedom to express myself, a time and place to be by myself, editorial comments, a guitar, a pencil, and a pad of paper.
(And yes, there are physical gratifications I couldn't do without... But I felt like yoinking my mind out of the gutter.)
Oh, dear sweet mongoose dogs. I think about EVERYTHING. To the point of nausea sometimes. Overthinking is a natural talent of mine.
I wonder how much of what I see is because of me, and how much is objectively there. Or if there's a difference between the two.
How much of us is man, and how much beast? How do you tell when your ideas end and your instincts pick up?
Will Americans ever be able to reconcile the idea of love and sex being related, but not dependent on each other - or will we continue to be held in thrall by our conviction that sex IS love? Will degrees and flavors of love ever be part of the public awareness, or are we doomed to black and white?
More to follow as I think of it.
Then, by Saturday morning, I'm often inebriated, trying to figure out by blurry sight which people around me have personalities behind their painted on faces - or talking it out with the personalities I've already found and connected with.
Or sometimes I'm drawing cartoon bunnies, or something similarly innocuous. Because Saturday night will be crazy.
(I'm not going to include anything sexual. I'd willingly admit that kind of thing long before this, but that doesn't mean that I believe everyone deserves to be subjected to it.)
You want a real or surreal conversation. Or something in between.
Or if you're just bored. I can live with that.