You suck man, you like reggae, ha ha ha
(I say, since you were expecting blowback)
Come on, everybody knows Bob Marley is cool
Once, I broke my femur during a race. I never let anyone I beat forget it.
I would never have expected you to be into reggae.
1. I'm not seventeen. I just look like it.
2. I actually am capable of being a romantic.
3. I'm not as happy as most people think. I just try to have a pleasant countenance when I'm talking to people.
i am a tree hugging, Jesus following, gun toting, bisexual.
What a study in contrasts! I celebrate all of the above. I have a friend into astrology who is willing to do my chart, something I know little about but seems to have a lot once you scratch the surface of it. He said my chart is so unusual with so many opposing things that he will need more time to work on it and let the universe help direct him. That sounds similar to just about every model I look at where I break the computer. So if you can't fight it, you might as well celebrate all others who make as much sense, and that is why my hat is off to you.
someone asked me one time to describe my life in one word.
i chose liminality. so much of my life is me with one foot in one world and one in another. i am divided between right and left on politics. i'm a Christian but considered not Christian enough by many Christians and atheists even. i've got a varied background in my IT work which means i am not fully embraced by certain computer geeks. bisexuality is rejected by many straights cause it isn't straight, but many gays reject it too thinking we are in denial. and as a bisexual i can appreciate the beauty and energy of more than one gender. i get what it is like to "live straight" and "live gay". i am a family man, but at the same time estranged from my family (my wife and 3 kids are all tight, no complaints there; but the family i grew up with, i am not connected with all that much.) i feel i am an artist, but because my medium is photography, i am not taken seriously. in photography circles, i am not taken seriously because i don't do portraits nor lug around massive amounts of lighting gear. .... i never really fit in anywhere. and i don't say that as a complaint nor whine. i quite love it really. it gives me unusual perspectives.
I had a friend come out as being bisexual. What trough me was that she was married. She had come out on national coming out day and apparently some of her co-workers where confused. Her point was that she was monogamous in a committed relationship. It just happened to be with a guy rather then a girl. It was a nice kick in the head to re-calibrate silly underlying expectation biases on my part and her co-workers.
Society wise I think for a long time non-hetro relationships where seen in a non-committed context of dating not long term relationships. Its changing which is a good thing by far.
Thumbs up for liminality, standing on the threshold. In a binary world there is supposedly no room between 1 or 0, but we live in reality, not a virtual representation of it.
Those who are polarized in politics fail to see how their parties polarize for power. Those who are dogmatic Christians or atheists fail to see when truth gets crucified, it/he dies and reappears somewhere else. The IT geeks fail to consider evolving to KT (knowledge technology) or WT (wisdom technology) geeks. Bisexuality is rejected by those who fail to see that that qualifying prefixes neither contain nor fix anything. Being sexual, being a man, and loving are enough. Your family of origin likely struggles to love you without tapping into their fears about themselves but not you. And the photographer wannabes that consider their equipment to be their medium painfully constrain their creativity.
You have created a family with a partner, love life and live your gifts. What more can anyone do to fit in? Your biggest failure seems to be in posturing, and that’s because you have already arrived.
I used to make music on my computer and it's been published on indie vinyl labels from across Europe and North America.
I've trained with two UFC fighters, one of whom was welterweight champ at the time.
I was detained for half a day at the Jordan-Israel border.
English isn't my first language.
I used to be a forklift driver.
I've had a spinal tap.
I once snuck into a UN compound in Tanzania so I could use their gym.
My mission in life is to bless others. It’s not about responding to sneezes, being paternal or priest-like, affirming obvious strengths or even saying anything. Rather, it’s about recognizing people’s fears, foibles and vulnerabilities and acknowledging that is what makes them strong and unique. Offering a blessing with eye contact, a knowing smile or words is irrelevant as long as people know that I get it. The surprising fact about me is that I wasn’t acknowledged or blessed much growing up as an immigrant kid in a female-dominated household and a shame-driven ethnic evangelical enclave. Yet they were my teachers to bless others, and it’s all good.
Last one is no surprise.
Why couldn't you swallow a pill? Was it a mental thing?