Note: In the following treatise subject will describe himself using language full of whimsy, pretentiousness and flamboyant excess, all to impress the reader.
You have been warned.
Bonjour! (and if that impressed you I should point out I know a few other words in French as well)
I see myself as an explorer, always searching, always trying to find out what lies beyond the next horizon, always on the lookout for the next discovery. And I see my life as a continually evolving quest, whether it be for knowledge, experience, or understanding. In many ways I feel I've just begun life and there is still a long way to go.
I like creativity. It's something genuinely human, unique to each individual. We shape it and it shapes us, and for me it is something I fully immerse myself in through art, music, prose, photography and whatever else I stumble on. And while I am interested in expressing myself I am equally interested in the work of others and frequent everything from concerts to art shows to operas. Now, living in Thunder Bay has it's limits in that regard. I am always jealous of cities like Toronto with their continuous slew of events, performances, galleries and everything else, but that doesn't mean I would want to live there. For It's here were I can experience another side of life and another major aspect of my character. It is outside the urban blight, in that realm of nature where things exist as they always have, long before man set his civilizations in motion, where I find much of my contentment. For me wandering through the woods, watching the sunlight play upon the forest floor, listening to a stream trickle by, feeling the breeze brush against my skin as it winds through the leaves of every tree, are moments that I would never trade for anything. In a way it is in these type of quiet moments that I feel myself most alive. I think it is when we are closest to our true personalities. And time spent just lying down on a quiet afternoon listening to music, as sunlight filters in through the window, spreading its warmth over everything it touches, or walking outside on a winters night with the moon hanging in the sky above as snow falls gently down, are moments never wasted despite what your parents or teachers or employers or society in general teaches you.
Now lest you you think I'm some deadly serious and dour individual, let me assure you I'm not. I goof off all the time and don't take things too seriously (well most things). And let it be known that outside of writing I don't actually use words like "lest", or phrases like "let it be known". I wish I did because that would sound pretty cool. But alas, I am just using them here because it amuses me. What say ye to that?
Now I really have no idea how I come across - perhaps as some weirdo artsy guy who muses over Jackson Pollack (definitely not me - I can't stand Pollack and that whole throw paint on a canvas and call it art), or maybe some overtly sentimental ghost of a person who twines in and out of reality (I don't know how to twine but I'll look into it), or maybe some gonzo with multiple personality disorder (no, but that does sound interesting) or perhaps even some dull over-analytical wannabe poet who has nothing better to do than turn a simple description into a bombardment of overdone verbiage (Um...nothing to see here...nope, nothing...let's just move on).
So I'll just leave off by saying some more normal (and less cryptic things) about myself. I'm open-minded, non-judgmental, compassionate and thoughtful. And essentially for me life is about creating your own rules and following your own passions, without sacrificing personal morals or infringing on others rights.
So that about sums it up, though in actuality it doesn't sum it up at all, but as much as I am capable of doing in this short description (relatively short anyway) in this moment of time.
Hmmm, a good first date in my opinion would be something outside. Unless its winter in which case it would be something not outside. I hope that narrows it down somewhat.
If not I suppose an idea would perhaps be a long walk on the beach. And then sitting down on the beach because the walk was so damn long we are both completely out of breathe. And then discussing whose stupid idea it was to take a long walk on the beach. And then realizing it was in fact my own. And then raising my fist in the air and cursing myself for coming up with such a damnable idea for a first date. And then, so ashamed of my misguided concept of a good first date, proceeding to run into the water with tears in my eyes. And then feeling something slimy grapple on to my foot. And then realizing it is a tentacle of an octopus, or perhaps a giant squid. Not being a marine biologist the knowledge is beyond me and thus purely academic. And then being pulled quickly under the water, never to be seen again. Thus our first date comes to an end, with unfortunately no second date to follow.