just be yourself
Click to viewI’m not sure how much information has to be exchanged before you can profess to know someone. My name’s Stuart Bayldon. Twenty-nine. Misanthrope. Leeds native. EMT. Infertile. Hate power ballads. Total mess. Not allergic to penecillin. Awfully good at getting my hopes up for a self-proclaimed cynic. A bit of a know-it-all, or so I apparently like to think. Risk-taker. Obsessed with the job. Can hold my breath underwater for one minute and fourteen seconds. Fear of intimacy. Tend to fight post-traumatic stress out of sheer stubbornness and sort of win, sort of lose. Unapologetically swear too much. How professional I am tends to be dictated by the abysmal series of cataclysms that is my love life. Mildly asthmatic. Nearly ginger. Hate being wrong; which I hardly ever am at work and nearly always am outside of it.