it’s all about me

In no particular order of importance and subject to change at any time:

  • I’m probably older than you.
  • I have strong opinions on pretty much everything. Since I’m old and no longer care what anyone thinks of me, I express them loudly and at every opportunity.
  • My favorite thing is laughing. My second favorite thing is sleeping.
  • I was diagnosed with manic-depression 40 years before it became fashionable. Don’t call me bipolar. Bipolar is for the type of people that call themselves “survivors” and for people too young to remember Hendrix.
  • I call myself a ‘Bulimic Collector (TM).’ I binge and purge on ‘collections’ of whatever regularly.
  • I was diagnosed as a ‘hopeless alcoholic’ when I was 18. I don’t drink and haven’t for 25+ years. I never miss it. I am not a member of the cult of AA.
  • I adore photographs of all kinds but am rarely able to take a decent one myself.
  • I am not a linear thinker and I’ve apparently lost the ability to ‘compartmentalize.’
  • Over the years I’ve been jobless, I’ve had crap jobs, I’ve had jobs that paid me lots of money, I’ve been homeless, I’ve lived in a car, and I’ve co-owned a house. Therefore I have the skills to survive anywhere anyhow. Sort of like a cockroach.
  • I was molested by my grandfather for years starting at about age 6. That’s life.
  • I can’t leave well enough alone.
  • Many years ago I was in Mensa for about a month to make my shrink feel better about how my life was going.
  • I was once mistaken to be a bag lady. Although I was not carrying any bags. And although on that day I thought I was looking pretty good.
  • I dislike people in general. I like people on an individual basis.
  • I’m pretty much a hermit though a vaguely sociable one when I’m forced to be such.
  • I love bad puns.
  • I’ll talk to anyone as long as I’ll never see them again.
  • I took every drug I could get my hands on up until around 1980 or so. But I did not smoke pot. I made a lousy hippie.
  • I have a story to go with practically anything.
  • My mother was a psycho bitch from hell. I am finally grateful to her for a thing or two but I’m not all that forgiving.
  • Ruby Vroom, Soul Coughing’s first cd, is my litmus test for whether or not I’ll be able to stand someone over the long term.
  • I’m trapped in Tucson but I’m not here by choice. I hope not to be trapped here forever.
  • The stupidest thing anyone ever said to me was “You have too many interests.”
  • My favorite novel of all time is ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude.’
  • For some bizarre reason, people who know me seem to like me.
  • I spent close to 25 years as a Tech Writer and Editor in commercial aerospace. And do I have stories to tell.
  • I found that life really does begin at 40. However, it pretty much ends at 46.
  • People I’ve never met come up to me on the street and inexplicably start telling me their entire life stories.
  • I tend to swear a lot. Get used to it.
  • I’m sarcastic. But not with the subtlety I admire in those who excel at sarcasm.
  • I have a tendency to ‘disappear’ but like the proverbial bad penny, I always turn up again.
  • I’ve been online in various guises since UNIX days.
  • If you think you know me from what is oddly called ‘real life,’ please go away.
  • … to be continued. perhaps.