Lacking Latin
My blogs
| Gender | Male |
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| Location | United States |
| Introduction | Few things are worth knowing. I like people- I long to mend broken hearts I see. I’ve few friends- I am much to myself. I tire of playing a role- thus, most don’t befriend me. This surprises those convinced by a façade of extroversion. I never knew my dad. My mom treats me as roommate, in her own words; to her I’m adult, needing nothing. I held hatred for most of my childhood, & then forgiveness. I have few male friends. My eyes grab the attention of many strangers; my walk is unique. I hate my passivity. I’ve learned to cry sometimes, lately, true tears; I’ve no others. I won’t trade my friends for anything. When I desire to show love, when those around me hurt- at those times it’s the hardest to do so; my spiteful running is like a bullet in the foot. It’s because I am afraid, I fear. I so desire intimacy; yet it’s so hard to show. I often fear that friends will tire of me- a fear hurtful to all. I desire a wife greatly. My greatest hope for marriage is having unending love. I do not realize that G-d’s gift, but it is. That one that would love me, that one I would love… I’m dissecting myself literarily; an anatomist of the soul, seeking to be the surgeon of the dying heart. |
| Interests | sketching, human mind, psychology, questions, music, music composition, singing, rock climbing, martial arts, poetry, art, emotion, expression, life, wisdom, languages, the written word, creative writing, amagrams, ambigrams, love, linguistics, future wife, miracles, wikihowto, piano, cello, cell phone, z520 |
| Favorite Movies | Run Lola Run, The Last Samuri, Amadeus, Cinderella Man, Catch me if you can |
| Favorite Music | Classical, Strings, Acoustic, Artistic, Moonlight Sonata, A Fifth of Beethoven, Evanescence, Piano, My chemical romance, techno, cello, emotional, Jacqueline Du Pré, Elégie in C Minor Op. 24, Christopher O'Riley |
| Favorite Books | Frankenstein, Proverbs, Scarlet Letter, Brave New World, Red Scarf Girl, The Long March Home, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich |
The love potion you made tastes terrible. How will you drink it?
I'll add some of my delicious & unhealthy hatred potion, to better understand the meaning of irony.