I don't think I ever did one of these...and I figure it's about that time I did, huh? Cripes, where to begin... I'm fun and exciting and all that stupid stuff, but also boring. Does that make sense? It probably shouldn't. Up ahead I'm going to be doing a lot of rambling to try and clarify, but it's up to you if you want to try and make sense of it. I sure wouldn't. It's going to be a bit disjointed and far from proofread; so it may come across as some absolute lunatic firing off random thoughts. That's not at all the case; I'm just in an odd sort of mood. Not that I'm not slowly going nuts, but fixing that is sort of what this whole mess of a post is about. I'll have a drink or two, but I'm not really a drinker. I don't do drugs, I don't even smoke. I wouldn't mind going to parties but they're not my thing. I like music, like everyone else. I like movies too, like everyone else. I play video games, I read(a lot), and I still buy toys. I love traveling but don't get to do it much, and I'm pretty sure that's causing me to lose my mind. To compensate, I'll occasionally pick a direction and walk until I can't go anymore in hopes of adventure - but usually end up just sprawled out in a parking lot somewhere twenty miles away calling for a ride back home. I like to think I'm a writer, but no one who pays writers to write things seems to agree with me. I'd love to quit my shitty retail job, but apparently I'm more responsible than I'd like to be and thus can't quite pull the trigger. I'm a big kid at heart, raised by comics and cartoons to expect that someday I'd have some grand awesome adventure that would make everything clear and cool and that'd be that. Unfortunately, this isn't coming and probably won't - and as a result I'm in the midst of an exceedingly early midlife crisis, I guess. But it's deeper than that, and here comes the big boring serious chunk of the post. You can ignore it if you like, the post will be 34% funnier if you do. See, life was goin groovy enough until about three weeks ago when back to back major panic/anxiety attacks landed me in the ER two nights in a row. I never had that sort of thing, and frankly I never believed it was even a 'real thing'. I wasn't even stressed at the time, they just hit me. In the weeks that followed the attacks subsided and instead left me with some sort of strange pseudo bipolar up-and-down thing. I've been to doctors and therapists, I've tried medicine that made everything ten times worse, and I have more medicine and psychiatrists and doctors knocking on the near-future door to try and diagnose/fix my weird little brain. But I think I have it figured out myself, at least a bit. I think I need someone, or someones from the nebulous ether of 'out there' to show up and change my life a little. I have a pile of friends, but not really any that are THAT friend I can tell everything to. I've never really had THAT friend, which is probably part of the problem. I have an awesome girlfriend who I've been with literally forever; so this isn't some subtle attempt to find a fling. I'm totally cool with a dude or a girl answering this. Hell, I don't know what it is. But it's here, and I'm still writing despite my better judgment. Maybe I'm just looking for someone to hang out with and be boring with, or someone that represents that stupid exciting adventure I need...or christ, who knows. I'm terrible at talking about myself but reasonably okay at answering questions, so if this catches your fancy please feel free to interrogate me That seemed like a weird place to stop, so I added this too.
hey man. nice seeing you live nearby to me. i completely respect what you said about writers. i like to think i'm a writer, but what have i truly written that is worth anything? we should chat sometime.
Hi, kleopatrachka, I See You Have Just Joined Us, Allow Me To Offer You A Warm Welcome To The Hip Forums..... Cheers Glen.