About
I am a literate soul who feels too much, yet not enough. I'm lazy. On the other hand, I've written countless short stories. But trust me, I'm lazy.I'm an introvert, more comfortable in my own skull then at that busy social intersection you call a party. On the other hand, I've traveled through the U.S. I don't feel as young as I should, but I feel old than I am.
I'm not a hunter. I'm not a sports fan. I'm not a music aficionado. I'm not a stoner. I know my job is not what I am, but it's seeping into my soul, year after year, like a Demerol drip. I have gone through no ritual to formalize my teenage years, my place in society. If you met me in person, you'd say "What a nice guy!" If you read my stories you'd say, "That guy is twisted". But trust me, I'm harmless, mostly.
I fear change, but adapt quickly. I'm that guy you know that out of the blue does something sweet, caring and thoughtful without expecting anything in return, then turns around and makes a macabre joke. I speak in voices. Do you hear voices? We should talk.
I'm shy, but comfortable standing in front of a room full of people lecturing, teaching, speaking. I'm predictable, but you never know what I'm going to say. I make friends and then push them away. I wonder why I am the way I am, then marvel at my uniqueness. People call me, Fluffy. 'Nuff said.
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