truth be told, i've obsessed over this section for several months, leaving it blank in
the interim. the business of capsulating oneself down in to a single
page of text is difficult, and more than a little scary. the
fundamental issue i had been overlooking was: it doesn't mean a damn
thing. whatever i say here will be part, and could never be more than
part.
that being said and probably well over-dramatized, the bottom line is i
don't want my life to be reducible in that game show four-second-blurb
fashion. thats pretty much all i know, and all i've got to go on. the
world is a big, scary place filled with lots of big, scary ideas that
lots of people accept without question. i'm sort of living life without
the direction the hackneyed idea of having a 'dream' affords you, i've
got little or no desire to join the work force...for now at least, i'm
kind of just surfing the entropy of the universe, trying to figure out
what makes people think they're satisfied.
i cannot be insulted. while garbed in my Apathy Armor (tm), i am
unassailable.
i have a family. or, just get the skinny on me.
a superhero. i always wanted to be a superhero. i think the root of
this is alot of pent-up passion, with little outlet; a quest, i'm a man
who just needs a freakin' quest. problem is...i'm too damn cynical to
just fall in with the first movement in need of zealots...or the 5th or
the 79th, for that matter. to date, i haven't found a single cause
worthy of my full and utter attention. the unbiased, analytical mind
kicks in to gear, and picks them all to pieces.
you know what? you better shut me up now. if there's more stuff you need to know, you could always ask me a question. after all, i think you'll find...few people can give you my particular brand of honesty.
