Introductions always seem a bit overwhelming. We want to establish ourselves in someone else's perception as a person of interest and worth. Introductions can tend to be short affairs, and so each time we introduce ourselves, we scavenge our minds to find the most interesting bit of us to pluck out and offer up for inspection. I am as guilty of this as anyone else. I like to be seen as my own person, bearing only the vaguest of similarities to anyone that you know.
But, the truth is, I'm fairly uncomplicated. I have my ups and downs like everyone. I'm sure I have my own unique quirks, just like anyone else. I dance in my cubicle at work when no one is looking, I eat cottage cheese with bacos in it, I watch terrible movies over and over in spite of being painfully cognizant of what an affront they are to the institution of film, and I can't ever decide if I'd rather be a vampire or a faerie.
I escape the mundane through the written word, and, admittedly, through games. I'm an avid player of World of Warcraft and not ashamed to admit that I'm a nerd. I've been a nerd since I can remember. I'm a lifer. I was in the marching band in high school, and it was my absolute favorite part of my teen years. I have established myself as quite a rabid fan of Harry Potter and I love to read romance novels, so long as they're well-written (see: Diana Gabaldon). I enjoy printing out crisp copies at work and stacking them neatly to mail somewhere. I love the way new books smell. I hate the way envelope glue tastes. I love those squishy Otis Spunkmeyer blueberry muffins that you can buy at gas stations, I like the smell of wood smoke and I want to live in Ireland, even though I've never been.
I like to think of myself as my own self. Most people do. And even though there are probably plenty of me in the world, I still feel comfortable as an individual. I may not be impressive or a person of great import, but I enjoy myself, for the most part. I am silly and not too stuffy to have fun. I don't mind making an idiot of myself, if it gets a laugh out of someone else. My sense of humor tends to be on the sardonic side, but I generally know where to draw the line. I am an Atheist, and I am rather violently opposed to most forms of organized religion, most notably Christianity. I don't discriminate, but neither am I tolerant of superstition attempting to legislate reality. This, in spite of my heavy Christian upbringing.
I have my father's temper. I become angry, often with very little provocation. I have my mother's emotionality. I can cry at the mere drop of a hat. These two polar opposites often collide in a sort of storm of confusion and angst. My poor husband is often subjected to my outbursts, first of fury, then of sadness. He doesn't much know what to make of me, sometimes. Sometimes, I feel like a good person, and sometimes I feel like a bad person. My past will plague me and my husband's past will plague me more.
I enjoy reading and writing and day-dreaming and sleeping. I am lazy and unmotivated, yet I do well at work. I love to sing, and I sing well. I write tolerably.
I am twenty-five, I am married, and my name is Blaine.
This entry is written for
therealljidol, Season 6, Topic 0.