"There is nothing either good
or bad, but thinking makes it so. " - Hamlet
Thirties
Married
No kids
Dog lover
Bipartisan but progressive
Avid recycler
Always wears sunscreen
Wants to change the world
I'm not here to just tell you how amazing and fulfilling my life is. Frankly, I've never understood people's need to do that. Being a closet optimist, I assume everyone, like myself, is a pretty happy camper most of the time and that this goes without saying. In fact, the more emphatically a person tells me how awesome their life is, the less likely I am to believe them.
That's not to say that my life isn't amazing and fulfilling and that I won't sometimes talk about it. Nor do I not want to hear your good news. It's just not all that's going on here, right now, in this joint.
I'm not going to post pictures from my vacations unless they have context other than a frivolous display of my free time. I'm not going to teach you how to DIY your bathroom or make a basket out of leftover scrapbook paper. I will however ramble on about dogs, tattoos, politics, photography, braised greens, and bunnies. I will post pictures of things I make. I'm not trying to sell you my American art. I'm not trying to turn you into a tree hugging communist.
I like to fancy myself artistic. I like to fancy myself academic. I can probably find a way to fancy myself into most categorical pinholes if given enough leeway. I like to doodle little birds, robots, and sometimes giant carrots with legs. I love to photograph nature and the banal. I do not consider this deep. I may be a bit too obsessed with buying shower curtains and lamps. I have a lot of house plants, and I'm very happy about that.
Thirties
Married
No kids
Dog lover
Bipartisan but progressive
Avid recycler
Always wears sunscreen
Wants to change the world
I'm not here to just tell you how amazing and fulfilling my life is. Frankly, I've never understood people's need to do that. Being a closet optimist, I assume everyone, like myself, is a pretty happy camper most of the time and that this goes without saying. In fact, the more emphatically a person tells me how awesome their life is, the less likely I am to believe them.
That's not to say that my life isn't amazing and fulfilling and that I won't sometimes talk about it. Nor do I not want to hear your good news. It's just not all that's going on here, right now, in this joint.
I'm not going to post pictures from my vacations unless they have context other than a frivolous display of my free time. I'm not going to teach you how to DIY your bathroom or make a basket out of leftover scrapbook paper. I will however ramble on about dogs, tattoos, politics, photography, braised greens, and bunnies. I will post pictures of things I make. I'm not trying to sell you my American art. I'm not trying to turn you into a tree hugging communist.
I like to fancy myself artistic. I like to fancy myself academic. I can probably find a way to fancy myself into most categorical pinholes if given enough leeway. I like to doodle little birds, robots, and sometimes giant carrots with legs. I love to photograph nature and the banal. I do not consider this deep. I may be a bit too obsessed with buying shower curtains and lamps. I have a lot of house plants, and I'm very happy about that.
I can get very jealous of people. I have empathy for most. I am often sweet. I can be mean. I cry when I see something sad. I cry when I see something happy. I always cry at weddings. I've never cried at a funeral.
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