I suppose we are all damaged in our own unique ways. We certainly say it often enough. The beauty is in the paradox. Different people, separate lives, new experience and old - all of these things are unique unto each one of us, but at the exact same time, we tend to forge together and find peace amongst our fellow damaged man.

We meet, we share, we learn, and often times, we write vaguely rambling philosophical things on our About You pages... Why? Because every one of us is different, and we are damn well determined to share that experience with someone exactly the same as us.

I dont know where my life is going, what path I will walk, or if there will ever even be a destination in mind. What doknow (recent epiphany) is that not everyone wants to hurt you. Not everyone passes you by. Inevitably, we all have to good goddamn fortune of stumbling across a person or a few that see us. There are people out there that will care for you. There are people out there that will just tell you the truth and be your friend. Occasionally, you can find one without picking up a self-help book.

Life is unexpected but not complicated. Individuals are complex but not more or less superior to any other individual.

Me, for example? I dont have any interest in elaborating on my various fetishes at this time. Im kind of still learning what they are and participating in their evolution, rather than reshaping myself to fit within Websters definition of any particular fetish.

You want to talk to me? Okay, fine. Message me and say something interesting. I like to think. I like to listen. I like to hear and to be heard. I obviously like to talk/text. And I love to learn new things as often as possible. I believe that everybody will find at least one other person on this earth that has a sublime impact on their personality and life experience.

Why do I believe that? I have no fucking clue. And it no longer matters whyparticular experiences happen. It only matters what they feel like. I just learned that.

Im done for now. Perhaps, I will be prosaic again on another day and share more. You know, more things that are actually relevant and not just multisyllabic stream-of-consciousness writings.

For now, I am happy. I am learning how to smile. If you havent an interest in allowing me to smile, go on and bugger off. I havent got the time for you either.