I've known my whole life that I want to write for a living, and now, in my 30th year, I am realizing exactly how limiting that dream has been. Now I am trying anything I can, throwing everything I've got against the wall to see what sticks and goes well with the rest of the decor in the room.
I choose to see this indecision as constant rediscovery rather than a dream deferred. My soul is a writer, as is my ideal partner. I find the more time I dedicate to self-anthropology, the more of my unique facets are unearthed.
Some of them even sparkle, in the right light.
I can usually complete the daily crossword, the cryptograph on a good day, and the occasional sudoku.
I will burn you awesome CDs.
The most temperamental of cats and dogs love me.
I'm also pretty busty. That is more likely the honest answer when asking someone of the opposite sex this question.
My favorite authors are David Sedaris, Neil Gaiman, Augusten Burroughs, Stephen King, Joyce Carol Oates, and Kurt Vonnegut, but my breadth of reading stretches way beyond that.
Top 3 movies I will always watch: Rushmore (anything Wes Anderson, honestly), Love Actually (can't call it a guilty pleasure because it's a flawless rom-com in a genre full of mediocre ones) and Fight Club (brilliant writer, brilliant director, brilliant film).
The music I need to survive: Flaming Lips, Smashing Pumpkins, Lana Del Rey. If you're still curious, you can check out my last.fm.
3. Living in a city with either mountains or shores.
4. Crossword puzzles.
5. Any and every kind of cheese you can imagine.
6. Social interaction. Believe me, I've tried.
Beyond that, I think about:
- the things people say and the true meaning behind them
- photographic moments in time that have become fond memories
- what a passing stranger's life story is, starting with that hour and moving backwards
- how much of design is art and how much is industry
- how when I was a child, I pretended my life was a movie, and when exactly I outgrew that
- the courses my life could have taken and the ways it might be different
- why the most pious of people are so often the most hateful and intolerant
- the ways in which everyone I know is beautiful
- flashbacks of intimacy
- the different lives used books have seen
- what happens when you give up control and let life or love happen
I am also a terrible judge of character because I am so willing to see the good in people that it often eclipses the truth. For every fault someone has, I will find ten things I like about them instead.
Sometimes I cry at movies with happy endings.
You have a beard and a brain.