‘m in a perpetual state of “I GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT EVERYBODY” 4th-5th grade cockiness and 7th-8th grade, “WTF IS HAPPENING TO ME! ARGHHH” plus a bunch of life experiences as time progressing but processing through it. It’s like a NOR gate I suppose, not really XOR XOR is a myth anyway . . I mean, yeah, I learned a lot of stuff since then but what’s this this *body* thing?
Still, I have an awesome beard. That’s one thing about growing up that I like a lot. It’s just the beard I always wanted – I can pretend I’m a man and people _actually_ think I know what I’m talking about sometimes. Amazing.
Same. I rather enjoy the awkward–>certainty–>awkward–>certainty emotional cycle. Stress, relief. Stress, relief. Stress, relief. Kind of like a sewing machine but your’e the fabric, the needle, the thread, the bobbin and the lockstitch and the operator at the same time. I like existing. It’s a nice thing
I’m good with that. Physics is a perpetual love of mine. I’m a fan of cats. [unless you mean furry fandom – I’m a fan of any fandom in general] and to me, the texture of words is fascinating. Some are course grit sandpaper, some are silky, some a fine tapestry but all have their place.
I wouldnt advise trying to catch up with me though. I’ve been putting my brain online and catching up would take a while. I’ve gotten addicted to Vine about 2 years ago and am almost at 10,000 6 second videos. Plus I’ve been grabbing all 43 years so far and trying to put everything I ever wrote and produced, online and offline, into one place so I can Google my brain. https://vine.co/v/eadK9MBlUMu is an example. I also make weird faces. I haven’t really changed, except the epic beard. Oh, and I grew my hair again. You’ll recognize me like this. When it’s been shaved close, I look like a serial killer. Meh, I always look like a serial killer.
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