Semi-recent transplant to Washington from Alaska (Memorial Day 2016). It was a good, mostly uneventful drive.
I like people. I like to think that people like me, but I've also found out recently that I don't open up to people as much as I thought I did. I'll work on that.
As a newish resident, I haven't really cut out my social niche, which leads to a lot of home time and working. It saves and makes me money respectively, so that's helpful *nods*
I'm a nerd. Of my four tattoos two are comic-related and one is from a video game. I wear a lot of my personality out loud because it's not worth it to me to do otherwise. I play the video games. Not as much as I used to, but the wave persists, I'm sure they'll come back. I'm currently running a table-top role-playing game (no room, sorry) and that gives me the opportunity to exercise my people, acting, and creative skills.
I am not single. I have a girlfriend who is my submissive and we're pretty well established set.
I like to answer questions. It gives me direction and I don't need to worry about venturing into "TMI Territory." It doesn't exist for me, so I worry about projecting that into others.
Much shorter than it has been, but I'm okay with that. (1/24/2017)
In the grand scheme: I'm doing my best to be a paragon for those around me, but also remembering that I'm no better or worse than others. It's a delicate balance and my equilibrium fails me, sometimes.
As for the more day-to-day: I work with adults who experience developmental disabilities. I've been doing this for almost a decade and I think it's helped to hammer in a quote I love "service to others: there can be no higher purpose." Other than working... I'm trying to find my Washington legs. Rebuilding finances after driving 2200 miles has made my legs a bit wobbly, but I think we're starting to predict the swells and drops.
Hugs are important to me and I've found the key to a good hug is to hold on until it gets awkward, then hold on a little bit longer. I have reasons for it that I'm happy to discuss.
Teaching/training is my passion. I enjoy sharing the knowledge I've accumulated with anyone willing (some unwilling) to listen. I've categorized myself as a "well of useless information," mostly to not brag about knowing things, but also because what I share is rarely in response to a question.
Bad jokes. I love them. I love hearing them and I love telling them. I don't know if that's something you can be good at or if it's something you're bad at....I do it, for better or worse.
As mentioned before: my hugs are pretty noticeable and become a topic of conversation.
Most commented physical feature: my hair. It's naturally curly. I don't do anything with it aside from wash it. It's a blessing and a curse.
Most commented personality feature: I listen with compassion. When people talk to me they know they're being heard.
I'd like it if, for once, people would say it's my butt they noticed first, but I suppose those are some good first-impression qualities up there.
Movies. Most people like movies, right? Unless they're based on books, then not so much. What Dreams May Come will always top this list. Lilo & Stitch. Sleeping Beauty. The Rock. Equilibrium. Orgazmo (if you haven't seen it, shame on you). American Beauty. Unbreakable.
Music. I like music. I have next to no musical talent, but I still enjoy it. I listen to A LOT of Pandora, so it really lets me broaden my horizons. Been listening to the Blue Öyster Cult station lately. It's been good to me. Lots of Slipknot on my iPod. Stone Sour. Marilyn Manson. P!nk. Halestorm. The Offspring. Queen. Rise Against. Johnny Cash. All good go-tos when I need music.
I like simple foods. Seriously. Give me pizza and burgers and I'm good to go. Loves me some pasta, too. Not a fan of seafood, though, which makes me a strange Alaskan, apparently. While there are foods that I don't particularly care for, I will eat anything that has been designated as food so long as it has been prepared and set before me. Don't want to be rude.
Physical intimacy. Not necessarily sex, but just intimate touches. I had a lot of fears as a kid that I was alone (not figuratively), so touching and being touched alleviates those fears.
Socialization. I am a people person. I generally like to be around a group of close friends or having outings scheduled with people and couples. When I encounter a large number of people I don't particularly know, I tend to turn inward, but it is easily reversed by a conversation.
Internet. I can go without for decent periods of time, but I like to be connected. I have friends all over the world and the internet makes that much easier.
Books. I like e-readers well enough, but I have a hard enough time retaining information, so I need all the help I can get. Books help with that.
Mobility. I know it's a bit (really) ableist of me, but the thought of not being able to get around under my own power terrifies me. This expands past personal mobility to transportation, as well. I like to be able to see my options.
More knowledge. I like learning. If I knew everything there was to know, I think I'd be pretty lost in the world. Kind of like Stich when he spent his first night with Lilo (watch the movie). I like to call myself a "well of useless information," but it's how I keep people from thinking that I'm full of myself about the amount of knowledge I have rattling around.
I think I've finally admitted to myself that ADD might be a thing (I was made to sit alone when I was 6 because I was disruptive, so I colored on my clothes with crayons), so it's very much like like an orchestra in here. Lots of moving parts. People get lost. Feelings are had. Some parts don't mix well with others, but when there's an intermediary, it's beautiful.
I had theories about a cyclical existence when I was four or five, when I was eight I made my determinations of the existence of Heaven and Hell, at fourteen I began having serious questions about human sexuality...... it's...exciting in here.
On my typical Friday night I'm going to bed at a decent time because I work at 6am Saturday morning.
I know. Too wild for the world.
I like to think I'm not afraid of many things, but dementia scares the hell out of me. Ever since I saw Safe House with Patrick Stewart I've been pretty terrified (my great-grandmother having Alzheimer's didn't help). I place a lot of stock in my mental abilities and the thought of those abilities being turned against me...I try to not think about.
Really, though, if you've made it this far and don't feel like messaging me (because you wouldn't skip any of my essays, would you, Reader?), then I don't think there's much hope here.
Maybe if I say "please?"
Take care and later days