So, I'm Shawn.
I don't think of myself as important. Intelligent, certainly. A necessary staple at work, sure. A good human being, maybe. Not important. That could be the nihilism talking. Personally, no one's truly important (though, I'll still cry like a little girl in the presence of some "important" people), since none of this will exist, in the long run. Whether we escape our dying planet (no one said you had to live on Planet Bob), or our dying star, or a random black hole that consumes entire solar systems, eventually... everything ends.
I digress. I've lived a relatively uneventful life. Born in Barrie, Ontario. Share the same birthday as Mario Puzo. Subconscious product of a broken home. Moved from Innisfil to Midhurst in the middle of Grade 1. Lost every friend I had, accordingly. Made select few new ones. Ever. Mom married my (step)father roughly a year after we all moved. Continuously got picked on for being an outsider, and a weirdo. Sure, I gave my share of ammunition (whether intentional, or not), but...a little acceptance would have gone a long way.
I was birthed as the man I am today by a young woman at the end of my driveway when I was fourteen. This, in itself, if a fairly long story, and not one I will tell here (yet). High school was no different than public school for my self-esteem. Actually, that's incorrect. It was worse. I play guitar (poorly. I only have three functional fingers on my left hand). I went to college for Computer Programming, and survived with a diploma. Granted, my three sequential semesters on the Dean's List were provided solely by my elective Psychology courses. Clearly, I should not follow in my father's footsteps, in terms of coding. Just ended my first relationship, which lasted just shy of three years. Yes, I'm 25. Shut it (in reality, I witnessed so many friends go through failed relationship after failed relationship that I figured I'd skip all the bullshit they went through, and only really commit myself to something if I felt it was going to last).
I read a fair amount. Or, at least, I used to. Accordingly, I picked up a rather healthy understanding of grammar and spelling (which leads to me physically recoiling when I see a misuse of the English language. I don't find it that hard to grasp. Just read a fucking book, and take some notes).
Apparently, when I was young, I was a huge Batman fan. Costume and everything. Somehow, that resurfaced about three years ago. And, now I've spent well over $2,000 on a collection only I give a shit about. It's really rather sad. Some people have a car. I have a foot-tall Joker statue.
I game, but I am not a gamer (though, I do kick ass at Angry Birds).
I might suffer from some sort of depression, but I've yet to be tested.
Given how active my mind is, at any given moment, I find it difficult to focus on things. And, it's hard to sleep. By this same token, I free associate like a motherfucker, and confuse the shit ouf of people when I suddenly go from "ceiling fan" to "I'm looking strangely forward to the new Iron Man movie" (there's a gunfight in Desperado that culminates in the use of a ceiling fan -> Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez work together -> Tarantino directed Inglorious Basterds -> I want to see that, again -> what else do I want to see?). This leads to a general inability to write a wide range of things, from essays to short stories, full stories, short ideas, or ...well, this post. I keep having great ideas on what to say next, and then my mind jumps. Perhaps medication would help. But, that'd be the easy way out of this darkly wonderous Del Toro designed mind of mine.
Ultimately, I'm a little fucked up. I've come to embrace it, but I find it difficult to locate others who would do the same, even to a minor extent. I also find that I've become (perhaps a little too) judgemental, leading to me wanting to avoid a large number of people, thereby hindering my chances to find more friends.
I'm also a hermit. I don't drive, and I'm five minutes outside of everywhere.
Wow. That was...extensive. Going over it, even a little useless. Yet, I'm not cutting any of it out. If you've gotten this far, congratulations, and thank you. I'm not sure I've really explained much about myself, so...person who's still reading, do feel free to ask questions. There isn't a whole lot I won't tell. Might answer cryptically, but...that's just fun.
I don't think of myself as important. Intelligent, certainly. A necessary staple at work, sure. A good human being, maybe. Not important. That could be the nihilism talking. Personally, no one's truly important (though, I'll still cry like a little girl in the presence of some "important" people), since none of this will exist, in the long run. Whether we escape our dying planet (no one said you had to live on Planet Bob), or our dying star, or a random black hole that consumes entire solar systems, eventually... everything ends.
I digress. I've lived a relatively uneventful life. Born in Barrie, Ontario. Share the same birthday as Mario Puzo. Subconscious product of a broken home. Moved from Innisfil to Midhurst in the middle of Grade 1. Lost every friend I had, accordingly. Made select few new ones. Ever. Mom married my (step)father roughly a year after we all moved. Continuously got picked on for being an outsider, and a weirdo. Sure, I gave my share of ammunition (whether intentional, or not), but...a little acceptance would have gone a long way.
I was birthed as the man I am today by a young woman at the end of my driveway when I was fourteen. This, in itself, if a fairly long story, and not one I will tell here (yet). High school was no different than public school for my self-esteem. Actually, that's incorrect. It was worse. I play guitar (poorly. I only have three functional fingers on my left hand). I went to college for Computer Programming, and survived with a diploma. Granted, my three sequential semesters on the Dean's List were provided solely by my elective Psychology courses. Clearly, I should not follow in my father's footsteps, in terms of coding. Just ended my first relationship, which lasted just shy of three years. Yes, I'm 25. Shut it (in reality, I witnessed so many friends go through failed relationship after failed relationship that I figured I'd skip all the bullshit they went through, and only really commit myself to something if I felt it was going to last).
I read a fair amount. Or, at least, I used to. Accordingly, I picked up a rather healthy understanding of grammar and spelling (which leads to me physically recoiling when I see a misuse of the English language. I don't find it that hard to grasp. Just read a fucking book, and take some notes).
Apparently, when I was young, I was a huge Batman fan. Costume and everything. Somehow, that resurfaced about three years ago. And, now I've spent well over $2,000 on a collection only I give a shit about. It's really rather sad. Some people have a car. I have a foot-tall Joker statue.
I game, but I am not a gamer (though, I do kick ass at Angry Birds).
I might suffer from some sort of depression, but I've yet to be tested.
Given how active my mind is, at any given moment, I find it difficult to focus on things. And, it's hard to sleep. By this same token, I free associate like a motherfucker, and confuse the shit ouf of people when I suddenly go from "ceiling fan" to "I'm looking strangely forward to the new Iron Man movie" (there's a gunfight in Desperado that culminates in the use of a ceiling fan -> Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez work together -> Tarantino directed Inglorious Basterds -> I want to see that, again -> what else do I want to see?). This leads to a general inability to write a wide range of things, from essays to short stories, full stories, short ideas, or ...well, this post. I keep having great ideas on what to say next, and then my mind jumps. Perhaps medication would help. But, that'd be the easy way out of this darkly wonderous Del Toro designed mind of mine.
Ultimately, I'm a little fucked up. I've come to embrace it, but I find it difficult to locate others who would do the same, even to a minor extent. I also find that I've become (perhaps a little too) judgemental, leading to me wanting to avoid a large number of people, thereby hindering my chances to find more friends.
I'm also a hermit. I don't drive, and I'm five minutes outside of everywhere.
Wow. That was...extensive. Going over it, even a little useless. Yet, I'm not cutting any of it out. If you've gotten this far, congratulations, and thank you. I'm not sure I've really explained much about myself, so...person who's still reading, do feel free to ask questions. There isn't a whole lot I won't tell. Might answer cryptically, but...that's just fun.