User Profile

I am one of those folk who has the advantage or disadvantage of being admittedly difficult to describe. I suppose though, I can begin by saying that I am in my mid twenties. My name is irrelevant, and I have hair that on its own ranges from blonde to red to brown, green eyes and a reddish brown goatee. If you are lucky, I might place the occasional photograph of myself in the pages below. I am not however, photogenic -- so do not expect much of it.

I feign normality by blending in with the herd of people that come and go across the oceans of life. To help me with this, I prefer to have a job. I have previously been employed as a service technician and sales agent for a well known electronics company. After that, I spent time corrupting the minds of youth as a corporate trainer and intend to return to this once some health issues are squared away. I own a vehicle that I rather love and am also a notorious tinkerer, with the ability to fix almost anything. I'm not happy usually, unless there is /something/ broken for me to mess around with.

I enjoy such things as music -- one of the driving forces in my life. At one time, I was musically inclined although this is something that has dwindled with time and lack of attention. I have extremely eclectic music tastes and own innumerable CDs that range from classical music to hardcore gangster rap and everything inbetween. I have on the order of several thousand MP3s, and no you may not have any of them so please don't even ask me. I do not share them. Part of the reason I have so much of this is that I believe the music one listens to can infulence mood. To make it more intense, to calm it down, to help you through it if required. I am an extremely emotional individual, and music tames my savage beast. As such, I have a wide variety for my specific moods and feel almost naked without a set of headphones or at least some kind of score in the background.

The illusion of normality however, ends as soon as I leave the professional starched-collar corporate world and enter into the Universe of my private self. I fancy myself a writer. I enjoy creating worlds by text and believe to the fullest that a properly talented individual can do amazing things with but letters and pages. One of the gateways to the soul is through literary works -- both in reading that which others write and in finding yourself by writing. I create a large variety of works -- and don't show them to anyone. This is perhaps my greatest fault -- and it comes from a fear that I cannot easily explain. But it nonetheless comforts me to create and explore the complex interactions of characters and worlds -- it is an almost childlike joy that I shall never grow out of.

As such, I consider myself an artist. Some paint with pigments, paints and pencils -- I paint with adjectives, verbs and nouns. The English Language is my Canvas.

My delving into the bizarre does not end there. I own three ferrets, all of which I love extremely. They are my constant companions. No doubt, pictures of them will find their way into these muddled pages.

I am a survivor as well, and pride myself on it. However, I do attempt to not place my problems on others. As such, I am going to try to avoid ranting on these pages -- along with going too deeply into things that I should not. Do remember though, that I am here to express myself.

I have many pet peeves. One of those are people who refuse to do anything to help themselves. I come straight out and say this, because it is something that I have incredible difficulty with. I cannot keep quiet sometimes, and thus this small advanced warning. I had my share of troubles at one time. I am a survivor -- I have come back, from among other things a considerable substance problem. To those who knew me during that time, I apologize immensely. To those that did not, I stand before you a different person now. The reason that I mention this, is that I believe that to return from that is the most difficult thing that a person can possibly do. It requires soul-searching, self sacrifice, commitment and the facing of one's demons. If any one person can beat it -- and many do -- then surely, a person can live through other problems; surely a person can at least try to help themselves. I do not mean that I will not give support -- I am all about that. I think the world of my friends and companions. I only mean that when a person has 'given up' and refuses to do anything to help themselves, I am the first to point out that unless one wants to be assisted; wants to help themselves than there is no point in even trying.

To help me fight reality as well, I have recently began to explore poetry. It is a developed skill, I feel. But I will nonetheless post my attempts here in an effort to make myself comfortable enough to at least show off that which I create.

What else is there to say about my deranged, esoteric self?

I adore Mythology. Whilst I am Pagan myself in religion, and simply do not mind saying that, I enjoy learning the intricies and nuances of the world's other beliefs, both large and small -- particularialy ancient mythology. Roman. Greek. Norse. I love it all. If ever you want someone to prattle on it with, I am that person.

Oh, and being blessed with the divine imagination that I have, I am extremely textual and wordy.

I bet you noticed.

In short, I tend to babble.