I drink a great deal of coffee, this in part likely contributes to the odd periods of mania I don't suffer from, but instead rather enjoy, I tend to ramble, to be far too verbose, the virtue of being concise is not something I possess without concious effort, and it's something I tend to avoid when possible.
Such an attitude tends to have two rather distinct effects that I've particularly noticed, it tends to aggravate some people, who complain about my writing being confusing or disjointed, but it also tends to rather engage other people on a more intimate level, for lack of a better term. Similarly, it amuses myself, and tends to result in some interesting prose which I didn't exactly see coming upon the writing of things, things which just flow spontaneously and seem to fit.
I have an interest in a wide variety of often quite odd things, such as astronomy, quantum phenomena, twisting logic, theorising utterly pointless intellectual and philosophical conjecture, such as how the universe began, which only serves to make me seem like an arrogant and rather pretentious individual. Which, in truth, I am, and make no particular attempts to disguise that.
On the other end of the spectrum, I enjoy hyperactive 'music' (little more than whoops and whistles with a bassline in the background, awful, I know, but I find myself oddly drawn to it, though accepting it isn't exactly music in the traditional sense), I enjoy pointless fantasy speculation and monologue on utterly stupid things, I enjoy overdosing (not to a lethal extent, obviously as I'm still here) on caffeine, and bouncing off the walls of my abode to aforementioned music. I also have a collection of shiny objects I've found or purchased purely for the purpose of them being shiny objects.
I like shiny things.
Off the spectrum entirely, I enjoy BDSM, and fantasize to rather extreme degrees, something I may or may not go into later, I really don't know at the moment, I also take perverse interest in manipulating social dynamics and pushing boundaries, my own included.
I resent conformity and normality and proudly consider myself an outsider and a whackjob, however cliched and dull that may be, I've been thinking this way since far before it was 'cool' to be an outsider, and I resent that mode of thinking, the fact of it is that I am strange, I'm far removed from normal in a number of ways and I recognise that, and make no attempt to integrate myself into the norm, despite the social situation that may put me in.
As it happens I tend to get along very well with near enough everyone despite my abnormality, I have a lot of acquaintances, very few of what I'd consider friends, I'm reasonably social in the right environment but I rather enjoy my solitude, I find myself to be a wonderful conversationalist, at least when I talk to myself... Which I do at length and with alarming frequency.
I'll leave it there so as not to go -completely- overboard, reading back through it it seems remarkably dry... Must be the fact that it's relatively early in the morning for myself, morning's really do start far too early methinks.
This has proven to be as much an introspective analysis of myself than an extrospective insight on myself, either way, this is largely for my own benefit anyway, I have the notion all blogs are, but that's for another time perhaps, anyway, I bid thee adieu.
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