About

I'm a simple guy, for the most part. I try being deep and brooding and mysterious, and maybe most people think I'm complicated, but I'm actually pretty simple. I've been through a lot of s**t, and I'm not where I want to be in life, but sometimes s**t happens.
I grew up in San Antonio, Texas, and was born in Anaheim, California. I lived in Cali for only 4 or so years, so you might as well call me a native Texan.
Probably the easiest way to describe me is to say that I'm a gamer. While there is a lot more to my personality and my character than just video games, they have always been a big part in my life. I was exposed to King's Quest when I was in diapers, and ever since then I've grown with games around me. Hell, it's because of video games that I learned how to read. True story. I taught myself to read, for video games.
But there's other things too. I'm a deeply philosophical person, and it's in my nature to think. I do think a lot, about all sorts of things. I'm in fact the sort of person who needs time to think about a situation and approach it from different angles in my mind before I make up my mind. You might call me stupid, or slow, for that, but it's just the case that I like to put a lot of thought into...well...everything.
I am definitely a big cat person. I grew up with dogs around. I can't remember a year of my life, until high school, that didn't include a family dog. But I'm definitely a cat person. They're so self-sufficient, they love to cuddle, assuming they're in the mood for it, and they don't really take up too much space. They make good pillows, and they're easier to talk to than humans. I love dogs, don't get me wrong, but I need a cat to get me through life. Every time I see a stray cat, or even a neighbor cat outside, it is a struggle to not stop and try to convince the cat to let me pet it. If I could afford to, I would take in every stray cat I come across.

I'm rather non-religious. Technically, I'm what you call an apathetic agnostic. Basically, it means I don't make a decision about whether or not to believe in God's existence. And, considering the apathetic part, I basically don't care. Mostly, I just can't stand the ceremony and worship stuff. I vary on the belief sometimes, though. Ask me one week if I believe in him, and I'll say yes...maybe next week I won't. It's a very mood-driven thing, but in the long run, I don't really follow either theory. I'll find out the truth when I'm dead, so why worry about it now?
I'm not in-your-face about religion, like most people. I respect other people's differences, and I would appreciate it if everybody else would respect mine, too. You're a Satanist? Fine by me, just don't drag me into it. Same goes for you Catholics. Your ideals are certainly fine by me, but don't push your religious phrases onto me. It is my opinion that, if God does exist, whether it's the God of Catholicism or Christianity, or the pantheon of the Greek gods, or whatever... that he wants us to direct our own lives as much as we can. Free will and all that, you know? Maybe there are certain ways he wants us to act, or morals to follow, but it seems to me he's taken a hands-off approach to humanity and would like to trust in his "children" to handle things from beyond those first days of creation. I'd rather figure out morality for myself anyways. That's the purpose of life, after all.
It's like when a kid grows up, goes off to college, gets married, gets his own career, etc etc. Sure, maybe the parent is still watching out for the kid, and is there to help just in case. I don't doubt that God would help if you go to him for it. But I think he's proud of his "children" and would much rather see us standing on our own feet, without having to rely on divine intervention. I know if I were a divine being, that's how I would feel.

Anyways, one thing that's important to know about me is that I have horrible memory. I have a hard time remembering much of high school. I could have met you a month or two ago and still not know your name. You're just "that guy...with the face," to me. I'll know you by appearance, but not by name. If I'm asked to do something, I'll need to be reminded to do it now and then. Not only do I forget, but I am terrible at procrastination. I put things off for days, then forget about it completely. It's like how you don't remember anything from that night you got completely wasted, except I'm not getting wasted.
On that subject, I also don't drink. Never have, and so far, don't ever plan to. I also don't smoke. Not cigarettes, or weed, or anything even close. It's just not my thing, and I honestly rather enjoy being lucid and in control of my bodily functions, thank you very much.