Youniverse

Instead of describing myself (which could take forever), I'll just post some quotes that describe me in a way not even I could explain:

You know what I want to think of myself? As a human being. Because, I mean I don't want to be like "As Confucius say," but under the sky, under the heavens there is but one family. It just so happens that people are different.

It became very clear to me sitting out there today that every decision I've made in my entire life has been wrong. My life is the complete opposite of everything I want it to be. Every instinct I have, in every aspect of life, be it something to wear, something to eat - it's all been wrong.

Any world where I have to be the responsible one is a world I don't want to live in.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.

I hated school so intensely. It interfered with my freedom. I avoided the discipline by an elaborate technique of being absent-minded during classes.

Now I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance — a sharp, vindictive glance.

My mind is aglow with whirling, transient nodes of thought careening through a cosmic vapor of invention.

I've always loved the flirtatious tango of consonants and vowels, the sturdy dependability of nouns and capricious whimsy of verbs, the strutting pageantry of the adjective and the flitting evanescence of the adverb, all kept safe and orderly by those reliable little policemen, punctuation marks.

I've always liked the thought of meeting the great people of history, but then I think, what if it's like high school and none of the really cool dead people want to talk to me? Mozart'll tell me he's busy, but then later I'll see him out with Shakespeare and Lincoln!

Something is not right with me!

My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.

I couldn't live by a rigid schedule. I try to live freely from moment to moment, letting things happen and adjusting to them.

I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.

Oh, you know.......the usual reading, writing, arithmetic. But wait, there's more!

Watching television 24/7, being an outcast to society, bike-riding, making sarcastic remarks to myself and laughing at them, listening to music that nobody else listens to, World War II, my own lack of basketball skills, creating make-believe scenarios in my head and trying to act them out in reality, re-learning French without actually learning it, The New Testament, music with no words, continuity errors in film and television, second-guessing myself, music with words, sticking it to the man, getting lost, laughing at myself, thought-provoking conversations about useless things, laughing at others, Facebook pokes, exploring the depths of my mind, The History Channel, pointing out my own imperfections, streams of consciousness, astronomy, figuring out what makes people tick, computer programming, science, my Isuzu, philosophy, sweating profusely, The Old Testament, listening, calling random people on Skype, numbers, star-gazing, logic, cold showers, Artificial Intelligence, my own lack of public-speaking skills, finding the subtle traits in people, writings of Leo Tolstoy, figuring out what women think (wish me luck), outer space, cracking my knees, playing harmonica terribly, playing mandolin terribly, my own failure at trying to act funny, trying to teach myself classical guitar, orange soda, asthma attacks, the universe, early mornings, khaki pants, afternoon naps, yelling at the top of my lungs for no apparent reason, eating, driving until I run out of gas, crying from extreme laughter, Discovery Channel, the smell of the air after a rain-shower, observational humour, the nice warm feeling of clothes right as I take them out of the drier, video games, using words that nobody else knows, not admitting I don't know the meaning to those words, breaking apart computers and putting them back together, Linux. There's some more, but I can't think of them right now. I'm sure it'll come to me.....

If you sat down (or stood up) and took the time to read all of this, I will thank you by naming my first-born after you. That is, of course, assuming your name is either Herodotus, Hatshepsut, Hrothgar, Karl Winslow, or Captain Jean-Luc Picard.