Nick257

I take a deep breath in but release too quickly... Fuck sake. Another bloody "About me" thingy to fill in. I've done quite a few of these recently, so I assume that you'd assume it's become easier. Nope. My issue? I don't fucking know who I am. I have the basics down. I know my name which is a great start. Oh, and my age. I'm DEFINITELY aware of my age. I sorta know where I'm from but the water is murky and I definitely cannot see my feet. Numerous gnomes have told tales of who I was, where I'm from and their unwanted opinions on how I ought to proceed but time is running out and I feel I've got so much to learn and so much to do, and it all has to be in order. Get my ducks lined up in a row. Once upon a time I craved all the attention. I was the loudest in the room (and the fattest) and I'd do anything to make people laugh. I was pretty fucking good at it, too. Quick witted and silly. Nowadays, I love being alone and interaction drains me. I have the sickness. I crave connection but feel it's not attainable. Antisocial, awkward and angry. I love camping but I hate the bit before and the bit at the end, which begs the question; do I really love it? Was it just the awesome gear that kept me feeling satisfied? I mean... Who doesn't want an excuse to use a survival knife and an axe?! No good to me just sat in a bag, in a cupboard. I like to make stuff and I really do give it my best shot, alas... My homemade stuff resembles the shitty pasta picture you made for your mum in reception; not even nursery level; I expect all the gratification that'd be due to the architect of St. Paul's Cathedral. I refuse to pay another person to perform a task, no matter how big or small, that I can probably figure out myself. I'm usually able to figure out how to do most things, with a little reading up or asking someone. I'd rather do a bodge job initially then figure out how to improve my skills, unless it's a job for someone else, wherein I will spend hours revising the required skill on YouTube, spend my own money on the very 'best' materials, and become a perfectionist that works overtime until the job is done. I don't like leaving a job incomplete.



What time does the revolution start? Fuck... I know I'll be late.

Well, this is weird enough, I'll leave it at that. Always happy to chat.