"The ego is not master in its own house."
If I were to ask you who you are...you couldn't give me an answer that would satisfy your own curious nature so why would I be expected to do the same? To be honest there's not much I am going to reveal about myself other than what I'm willing to offer here on this screen. This bit of virtual space I occupy is for my thoughts and little else. My private life is something I guard simply because I'm a solitary person (both online and off).
So, if you're still with me and would like a small non-visual glimpse you're more than welcome to read on.
I am a simple creature with varied habits and obsessions. My imagination tends to outrun common sense most days. So you can only imagine the colours that seep into my world when I pick up a story that immediately draws me in. I can spend hours pouring through pages without taking a break. My current obsession is a Carpathian series. I'm always on book 1, 3, 5, 32 (I've read this series many times over). Many, many hours have been devoted to regretting-not-regretting reading just one more chapter. It's always just one more or two or three or the whole damned book.
Aside from reading, scribbling little drawings on pieces of scrap paper has become a habit of sorts. I tend to leave small pieces of "art" on napkins and paper cups everywhere I go. Sometimes I notice someone straining to see what I'm working on and like a startled squirrel I scramble ever-so-elegantly to hide my sketch and skitter away in an awkward dash like I've forgotten I'm allergic to you know...people...that or an acorn has fallen from a tree and has my name written all over it. Or it could be my iced coffee has finally been served and it just so happens that Life ain't such a sadistic bastard after all.
"I get it, you don't like people being people-y and curious at the same time, your coffee's done!"-Much love, Life
So far you know I like to read and sketch and go off on tangents and very little else. I'm a simple creature remember? Fine, I like music. I more than like music but no more than I like reading or sketching. There's only so much like to go around. Well, there's only so much time to spread around and enjoy what I enjoy spreading that time for. Like a thinly barely there... no, no... you're reading me wrong. I can only spend so much time on the things I claim as hobby/obsession worthy.
Deep breath now... Beethoven, Mozart, Tea Party, Disturbed, Audioslave, That Dude who sings Chacarron really doesn't zero in on what I actually like but from this you can safely surmise I'm not that picky as long as what I'm listening to satisfies a deeply burrowed ear-worm. My world is peppered with fragments. I told you to breathe.
You're really not with me still are you? Shh! It's almost over. I promise. No, it's over. On the VR side of things I'm not about to go around liking, adding, stalking, every Tom, Dick and Vlad... if you rate, I rate. I'm much too lazy to do anything else but I do appreciate the gesture. I'm a solitary creature with a people allergy. So...
"Ends and beginnings - there are no such things."
