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23, self-educated, self-regulated people-friendly social-weary society-driven lower-class mild-mannered day-dreaming music-loving running-headed brainiac. I think too much, spend far too much time to myself to be that productive; I scrape by and dedicate most of my energy in knowledge and the application of such. I have no idea how successful I'll ever be at what I do, and I also have very little idea as to what I'll do next, but this much is clear; I am good at what I do. Don't you think so? I appreciate all forms of feedback, and can take the most negative of criticisms as well as I can the most positive. I appreciate honesty above all, and strive for it more than anything else. I try to live my life by my own understanding and belief in a single, solitary all-prevaling and all-encompassing force, namely God or the Creator, the one who is responsible for the creation of all we have. I don't pretend to understand how this is possible, as no man can pretend to understand all of the universes' mysteries. I realize and accept that humanity's collective knowledge of the universe and all forms of creation will never be complete; I try to be as humble as I am confident in my knowledge. I lead a generally thankless life, am close to my family still and really appreciate the small things in life that bring me joy. The gifts from my creator, glowing in humanity's capability to create amazing art and creative products for us to enjoy. I am constantly in states of wonder, amazement and disbelief about humankind and what it does to itself and the life around it. For good or ill. In short, I'm complicated. People seem to shy away from complication nowadays, and are fully engrossed in collecting various pieces of deteriorating, rusting and dying "life justifications". Reasons for living. Your car, which you invest hours and hours of your life working to afford, while it simply falls apart mile by mile. Your career, which you invest hours and hours and days and months and years of your life in, never with the promise of it resulting in any sort of true self-gratification and success beyond the fickle monetary gains you might and might not accumulate over time, failing to observe and properly react to the fact that you are, like your car and your valued condo which you don't own or the house you don't own on the land you don't own and pay taxes for, your body is deteriorating and being taxed constantly. And for what? So that you may someday be able to look at yourself in retrospect and be convinced you lived a life of fulfilled commitments and contentment with your so-called accomplishments? The only accomplishment you've got to be proud of is your ability, assisted by those already hooked forever by the illusion of safety and high-brow disregard for the pain of the world, through that detachment and lack of human connectivity, the only thing you have to be proud of is that you spent a life living within a lie created by you and your so-called friends on the TV, your so-called friends who live their lives to fall in and adapt to an uncomplicated, work-get paid-consume-repeat life. We will continue to be divided as a people until we can all understand that our lives are being pissed away so that we can piss away what we work for on the same shit another person like you has done, mirror images of failed humans failing themselves and totally denying their failure. Are you frightened yet? Anyone who reads all that deserves to be. I am sometimes frightened by it myself; am I just being tyrannical, pretentious or egotistical in thinking all this? Or am I knocking on truth's door, watching it creak open another inch with each rap? This is were humility is introduced and I am reduced back to the Editorial Staff member of ME and odd-job taker who just scrapes by a "living" month to month, mostly thanks to my family and in no way assisted by the physical handicap of my reconstructed left knee. Who the fuck needs to know all this shit, anyway?