I took a painting class my last semester at school. That class opened up my eyes. I've always had a profound admiration for the arts. A work of art is alive, it has a person's thoughts, expressions, emotions both in the structure, and in the execution of each brush stroke, of every note played on an instrument, in every line of the pencil. Even someone's writing is a direct insight to someone's thoughts. A braindead person is considered 'dead' because of the lack of brain activity, because of the lack of ability to express, to behave, to interact. Biologically they're alive, but psychologically, not quite. But art contains that essence of a person, and long after the person dies, their ideas, their beliefs, their struggles, their likes and dislikes - those remain behind for us to experience.
I do a lot of thinking, a lot of perspective-seeking. Dabbling with the existential questions of life has been a lifelong passion of mine. The who am I, what am I, why am I here, why was I born, who shall I become, etc.
At the moment I'm a part time middle school science teacher in the inner city (It can be a headache, but I do in fact love it, and love how the kids see me and treat me like a sort of older brother), but I plan on being a full time elementary school teacher.
Motorcycles are a passion of mine, and I can't get enough riding in my life. I'll take any reason to ride, even though I almost exclusively ride solo. It's a sort of therapy for me, a sort of zen experience.
As soon as I hit the saddle and start hearing the soulful growls of my mechanical beast whose chrome shines like a diamond in the rough, there are no problems. There are no worries, no stress, no negative energies. Just a state of pure consciousness, a state of being at one with my surroundings, of being immersed with the sights, the smells that permeate from all around, the sounds that combine to create a harmonious orchestra of life, whose beat and rhythm is never the same. The song that never ends, of whom I am composer, instrument, and audience.
I speak Spanish, Gallego, a little bit of Portuguese, and English obviously. Spanish and Gallego were my first languages...y prefiero comunicarme en castellano cuando pueda, pero no me molesta hablar el ingles :)
I visit Spain every summer (though I couldn't last year and probably can't this year either)- the most captivating place I could imagine. My heart never left those lands, though my body comes back here after the summers. Lately I've grown some past friendships as well as new ones, and have found some of the most solid friends I could ask for. It's been a hell of a journey, though!
I love adventures. Psychological adventures, motorcycle adventures where I just ride free towards new roads and new highway exits to conquer new lands, Adventures in NYC, adventures in Newark (hahaha **** those adventures can be intense especially in the after hours since everything closes at 2am. Such sketchy people and neighborhoods).
Two of my loves: http://i.imgur.com/eIeerMK.jpg
I don't get what this "First Date" section is supposed to be, but it says the longer the description the more likely it is I'll get responses. With that in mind, I guess I'll strive to make this a bit of a lengthy endeavor. Is this section for me to jot down what my ideal first date would be like? In terms of the person I'm looking to date? Or is this a space dedicated to the location in which I'd like my first date to take place? Maybe it's a section for me to describe the first date I ever went on in my life. If that's the case, it was in Spain.
Anyway, that's enough for now. I don't see how just adding words is going to bring me more results when I don't understand the basic premise of this section. Maybe you could help me out? :)
Ah, I think I got the gist of it. Hmm...let's go out for drinks, or **** it let's set out on an adventure. I'm game for anything.