Okay, c'mere close. Niiiice and close. This is between you and me, you hear? It's a secret. Okay. (Whispers); I'm not technically insane. (Gasp) Shocker, right?
Let's see...Oh! In high school I was in choir and we got to travel various places to perform and compete in heritage festivals.
One time i thought i died. Long story short, i was stuck in a confined space that was filling with gas that me and others were led to believe was poisonous. I held my breath for about thirty seconds, decided it was too much trouble, and took a deep breath.
I have an odd relationship with one of my fears, and in a way I cannot help but obsess about for some weird reason. (I know I has issues)
I've never spent a day in public school; I've been homeschooled the whole way. (and I'm also not actually a possum.....I know I had you all fooled.)
Lies! Clearly the possums are in on the conspiracy! I should have known! You're trading your assistance to the bears to get at my mango tree! Well, you can't have it! (Shakes fist)
I have a neon green stethoscope for safe cracking, (well I am not very good at it, but at least I look cool while doing it.)Nah, I have it for other reasons.
I think philosophy and physics haven't reached anywhere close to peaking in our understanding of the universe. We're just at an impasse that we need to overcome. My writing tries to challenge every notion we have about our world. Nothing is perfect or even close. There is always room for improvement even when it doesn't seem useful or pertinent. I challenge what it means to think for yourself in this day and age. If it's better, there is a use and there is always a better. Better understanding, better explanation, and better for you. That possibility always exist and we could spend more time looking for it. It doesn't seem very practical but it's necessary for discovering that better, evolving it and making it your own. You turn it into something others can use and that becomes part of your legacy. That's why I write.
I'm the first since my grandma to go to and finish college. But, if I could, I would spend my days reading and writing instead of working. Especially in my current hell hole of a job. Haha.
It's not anything that grand anyways. It sounds more arrogant then it really is when you put it into words. I think we get set in our ways really easily and sometimes we need a little rattle. Those insecurities I think help us evolve by resolving them. If you don't even notice it, you can't hope much to resolve it.
I have gone swimming in Greenland - at around 75N with icebergs drifting past. Was out of the water again pretty quick, it was a mite cold you could say
I have an underground bunker where I keep a women prisoner in. Kidding, just watched 10 Cloverfield Lane. Something I haven't told anyone about, huh? I have a dark fucking past, in a sense, but I've talked it over with other people. I tend to be pretty open with enough drinks in me and the right line of conversation. Alright, I've got one. I used to abused pretty badly. One day I did something I knew I was going to get horrendously beat for so I faked an excuse. I cut myself, deeply, on my arm and made up a story to go along with it. I pushed the blame off and I got one of those rare "I care for you moments" that I barely ever saw. Didn't start cutting myself, but started using that as my fall through whenever shit hit the fan. Was better to do it myself since at least I knew what to expect.
Oh my, my sympathies. That's... well, truly terrible. I can barely imagine having such bad parents. (I presume parents?)
