I don’t do ordinary. I might do mediocre occasionally (always middle of the pack in a race… but that’s a longer story and I already understand why and it has something to do with stopping my training once I sign up… anyway!), but not ordinary.
I’m okay with faking all the normal stuff. I can do it, I just don’t want to. I don’t find it interesting.
Instead, I be me. I like big concepts and meta ideas, and feelings and choice. I say something and then correct myself out loud. Actually, I talk to myself more than I talk to anyone else. Even when with others. I ask a lot of questions and skip the answers. I snort when I laugh sometimes. I laugh when I’m angry (I don’t snort then), I laugh when I’m sad, I laugh when I’m happy. I’m pretty full of joy. I’m smart enough but I’ve got a lot to learn. I forgot calculus and a lot of chemistry. One of my beings is as a therapist to kids, but I don’t find that traditional therapy works for me personally – instead I love my Buddhist therapist who talks big picture (like extra lifetimes bodhisattva big picture) with me. I suppose I’m anomalous. I don’t have it all figured out, but I have some of it figured out. And I might change my mind about that when I have more information. I’m a grower, not a… you know what I mean. I think I can always get better.
I believe in people. I think they have a base evil and a base good, but I think each person gets to choose what to be and do. I think when people choose consciously they end up landing on the base good side of the spectrum.
I love people and then sometimes I need to be away from all of them. I live alone on a ridge top and prefer to stay there quite a lot – it’s beautiful, quiet, and there’s always something for me to do (dig holes, clean stuff, climb trees, dance through my tiny house, pet the bunnies, read a book, drink mai-tais on the deck as the sun sets, plan epic trips I have yet to take…), but I go out because I love what humans are - full of contradictions, full of potential, full of life. I only get to experience that if I come down off my mountain top, and so I do. Mostly with the gentle prodding of my friends, who mean the world to me, who keep me at my best by being so amazing themselves.
In the spirit of normal, however, here’s what you should know about me. Boxes into which I might be stuffed: introvert, runner, apocaloptimist, cyclist, whole-hearted, joyful, happy-go-lucky, enthusiastic, navel gazer, INFP, pisces… and I’m probably what normal people would consider a hippie, though I consider myself down to earth and pragmatic about it – no patchouli or flowing skirts, I don’t chant and though I should, I rarely do yoga. I do shower outside every day, refuse to buy paper towels, and go barefoot a lot.
It’s fun, being here. I wouldn’t try to fit normal for millions. My millions will come from me being extraordinary. Oh, and I have some pretty big dreams…
You can’t know me through this. No matter what I say, how I describe me, even with semantics aside, it’s just one moment’s subjective take. If you want to know me, you should say so. Ask me to go for a ride or run, a walk with tea, a book choosing adventure. Be interested in not normal, in living up to extraordinary, and in believing in any possibility. Let's go be us in our own authentically odd selves, together, and see if we exponentially raise each others' awesomeness. Even for a little while.
Now that would be extraordinary.
We could go for an easy run. A walk on East or West Cliff. A bike ride over Granite Creek. A hike in Henry Cowell... We could meet in a bookstore and pick out books for each other. Bring snacks to a bench overlooking the Cement Ship. Mostly, I just want to be outdoors.
One thing to add: I want to smell *you*, not manufactured chemicals. I have a sensitive sniffer, so if we meet up, would you mind skipping (or go super light on) the cologne, please?