One of the first things to understand about me is that I love stories. It doesn't much matter what form they come in. Books, Music, Movies, TV shows, Comics, Video games. Best of all though are probably stories told in person, a group of friends sitting in a living room. Chatting with a co-worker. A late night with just one other person talking about everything, anything and sometimes even nothing at all.

Equally important to understand about me is my passion for deep concepts and intellectual stimulation. It is likely why I took almost every course in Philosophy that my university offered. I have always taken to most subjects I have come across although I would say Philosophy/Theology, All branches of Science, and Literature are my favorite genres of academia. The one subject that I seem to struggle with the most would be music. This is not for a lack of enjoyment from music yet rather a lack of ability to produce quality music myself.

My disposition is very relaxed by nature, the world around me amazes me and I am perfectly content to admire it and all its beauty. I started meditating at around 14 years of age which I think really helped me find myself and differentiate from my peers. It also helped me to develop a strong sense of self discipline and in-depth introspection. If I can say anything note worthy after 12 years of meditation it is that life is randomly amusing and the more you understand yourself, the more you understand others and will see this to be true.

Life has always been about love for me. Stereotypes imply boys go through a phase where girls are icky. I missed that stage entirely. I gave my first flower to a girl at such an early age that were it not for my parents memory I would not know about it at all. I was born with a sense of romance that I hope never to lose and have been seeking for someone to share it with all my life.

I shall end with a quote, a segment of poetic work that has always reminded me of myself: He thought about himself, and the whole earth, Of man the wonderful, and of the stars, And how the deuce they ever could have birth; And then he thought of earthquakes, and of wars, Of air-balloons, and of the many bars To perfect knowledge of the skies; And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes. Lord Byron - D.J. -