I am Jack's utter contempt for humanity.
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Let's try again...
I'm a single white male, and much to my dismay I fall into the bay area commuter category, out the door at 7am in the office by 9am and back home by 8pm. Unfortunately, this presents the impression that I'm a workaholic, which just isn't so. My life isn't consumed by and does not revolve around my work. While I am fortuante enough to enjoy what I do, my job is simply a means to an end, nothing more.
To know more about me you have to know about my obsession with words. When I say words I am not specifically referring to books or literature in any form. I am talking about the fluidity of words and our ability to communicate with one another or to make absolutely no sense what-so-ever. In my case I am far more verbose and coherent on paper; I only ever seem to ramble on and on and on when I speak. Part of that I suppose stems from a dislike of my speaking voice. First, I'm a farily large guy (6'5" and about 260) but am rather soft-spoken. Given the incentive or motivation I can shout as loud as anyone, but that certainly isn't the norm. That compunded with an accent that lies somewhere between Native Californian and British - an accent that in previous years would have been referred to Mid-Atlantic - I tend to write more than I speak... but that's not ALWAYS the case.
That having been said, back to the subject at hand. My infatuation with the nature of words leads me on occassion to write. Collections of dreams, random thoughts, comments on society and the human virus at large and just general rants about all sorts of things. I am possessed by an imagination not wholly my own which tends to make me a bit of a dreamer. That particular aspect of my personality often gets overshadowed by my crotchety-old-bastard cynicism.
I've often found it difficult to connect with people becasue I tend to live outside the norm. That is to say, while I am perfectly capable of functioning well within social contraints, that is not a reflection of my personal life; as is the case with most people. I can be random and scattered as often as I can be organized and logical. It's a real coin toss, and sometimes neither is the result you had wished for.
There's so much more to tell, but I'll leave the details for those who are interested.
Wait... this is supposed to be a personal ad isn't it?
Let's try again...
I'm a single white male, and much to my dismay I fall into the bay area commuter category, out the door at 7am in the office by 9am and back home by 8pm. Unfortunately, this presents the impression that I'm a workaholic, which just isn't so. My life isn't consumed by and does not revolve around my work. While I am fortuante enough to enjoy what I do, my job is simply a means to an end, nothing more.
To know more about me you have to know about my obsession with words. When I say words I am not specifically referring to books or literature in any form. I am talking about the fluidity of words and our ability to communicate with one another or to make absolutely no sense what-so-ever. In my case I am far more verbose and coherent on paper; I only ever seem to ramble on and on and on when I speak. Part of that I suppose stems from a dislike of my speaking voice. First, I'm a farily large guy (6'5" and about 260) but am rather soft-spoken. Given the incentive or motivation I can shout as loud as anyone, but that certainly isn't the norm. That compunded with an accent that lies somewhere between Native Californian and British - an accent that in previous years would have been referred to Mid-Atlantic - I tend to write more than I speak... but that's not ALWAYS the case.
That having been said, back to the subject at hand. My infatuation with the nature of words leads me on occassion to write. Collections of dreams, random thoughts, comments on society and the human virus at large and just general rants about all sorts of things. I am possessed by an imagination not wholly my own which tends to make me a bit of a dreamer. That particular aspect of my personality often gets overshadowed by my crotchety-old-bastard cynicism.
I've often found it difficult to connect with people becasue I tend to live outside the norm. That is to say, while I am perfectly capable of functioning well within social contraints, that is not a reflection of my personal life; as is the case with most people. I can be random and scattered as often as I can be organized and logical. It's a real coin toss, and sometimes neither is the result you had wished for.
There's so much more to tell, but I'll leave the details for those who are interested.