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Scorpio · Looking for: Woman, 20–30
Just about any fact about me, personally, could be prefaced with 'quietly.' That's not to say I'm particularly shy or even that I don't talk a lot, though I can be quite terse, and even laconic at times, but more to say that what fire is in me I keep in me. When I get into something--a new book, new tv series, new activity, new whatever--I generally don't go gushing to everyone around, though don't take this to mean I look down on those do. Instead I quietly mention it every now and again, and maybe tack on a little recommendation if I think you'd like it too. I am one of those lost folk who stumbled into this world unbidden, by complete accident and, finding ourselves stuck here, are determined to be as little bother as possible. Mostly.I do, of course, still have ambitions, aspirations, hopes, dreams, plans, schemes, sh*tI want to get done, etc, whatever you want to call them. Most of these are of the writerly sort and all that comes with that territory. Being the artistic type is basically the only excuse to as poor and as eccentric I am. Well, you know, quietly eccentric, but that's still a kind of eccentric. Writing is really the only thing I could see myself doing for a living, poor living it may be, and never tiring of. I do have other skills, maybe even some better ones, but those are too useful not to be wearisome. I prefer writing; it's useful only to me.I like going on adventures, usually other peoples'. I'm not good at coming up with my own adventures, so usually I just hitch on to someone else's. Actually, I think I am good at coming up with adventures, just not practical ones. Perhaps I might have done more of this stuff, but I prefer to adventure with at least one other person, or else I feel it doesn't really count. Everyone knows Don Quixote's adventures didn't really get good until he persuaded Sancho Panza to tag along with, much to the latter's regret. Whether I am Quixote or Panza though really depends on the day.Since adventures are hard to come by and I can really only do a few hours of writing a day, at best, before I start realizing how funny all the words look when you really stop and just look at them, I have to find other ways of occupying my time. And when I'm not mercilessly killing it, I generally occupy it by reading. I quite enjoy reading; it's relaxing, but still keeps the mind nice and sharp. My tastes are a bit odd though, and tend toward the sui generis, or one of a kind, books. The books that are difficult to describe because there's no good points of comparison for them other than themselves, and what description one can come up with almost certainly won't do the work justice. It's an accurate description, sure, but it does rather undersell the book and certainly gives no hint as to why anyone would find the premise appealing enough to stick with for 700 odd pages. But that's the kind of thing I like, odd and old and interesting. I mostly prefer just thinking philosophically to thinking about philosophy though, so that works out, except that I often feel that anyone who knows anything knows more than me, but as I understand it even Socrates had that problem, so it's probably okay. Still, ";So that's me, stripped down to a few naked paragraphs on a dating site. I think I hit most of the important stuff. Everything and anything else can be picked up along the way, which is generally how I like to do things.
