details concerning charley-
- firstly, i am surprisingly approachable, especially in person. somewhere along the way, i seem to have convinced everyone i was a callous asshole. for a long time, i was distant from others to protect my vulnerable side, but part of that reputation has to do with my brutal honesty. sometimes the truth sucks. too bad more people aren’t honest all the time.
- secondly, i’m an exceedingly simple person that leads an exceedingly complicated and interesting life. i don’t let much keep me down, though. positivity rules!
- thirdly, i’m unlike anyone or anything you’ve ever seen or met. be ready. or don’t be, that’s cool. don’t ever expect anything from me except honesty.
in short, i’m polymathic, quirky, and enigmatic.
in not-so-short, i’m charley (lowercase on purpose). when asked to describe me, many humans can only say, “he’s charley.” my personality will never translate in the second dimension, but here’s my best effort:
i’ve been alive for twenty-four years and change. i am hilarious, and my sense of humor is infectious. i’m clever, fast witted, and steadfast. i’m smarter than i look, and i’m not afraid to use it. i’m not like most people, because i found a way to let go of what the world expects me to be, and instead show the world who i am. i’m very peculiar, but i’m passin’ out free FUCK YOUS to everyone who doesn’t like me. somehow, this has made me very popular amongst…everyone. i’m definitely an old soul, and i believe that the only person fit to decide anyone’s fate is that person. i’m adventurous, but not stupid. i talk in my sleep, but i only say wildly off-topic things, like “MY SHIRT IS SEXY.” and/or “But Luke has my dog!” i do not suffer fools, and i refuse to be classified as anything other than mind-blowing. my views on “the meaning of life” are as follows: i believe that only because our brains can process sights, smells, tastes, sensations, and sounds, they exist. to understand that power and realize that everything that you love is, in theory, a manifestation of your own personal perception of it is pure harmony. i’m not as faggoty as i look. i’m sort of an elitist. :] i’m a wannabe photographer. i have Tourette’s, but not the “skankdicktwatifucktoasters-twitch-dickcunt” kind. haha. my mind is constantly in overdrive, and i stutter sometimes. it drives me crazy. i generally don’t capitalize things. mhm. i don’t straighten my hair. whenever it’s remotely feasible, i don’t wear pants. :] i’m hard to please. that was a statement and a warning in one. if you send me a message that says “you’re hot” i will ignore it (maybe). that’s cliche and annoying. stimulate my mind, dammit. i weigh exactly 111 pounds. that’s not very much, and i’m aware. i hate being told i’m skinny, but being called small doesn’t bother me. hmm. i hatched 13 March 1988, and i have long fingers. and long eyelashes. and long conversations. i love new people, usually. and even though i might come off as an asshole, i value everyone. ramen soup in a cup makes me feel romantic. indian food is amazing and takes me to a whole new awkward level of excitement. seduce me in this manner! music is five hundred times better through headphones. i think people take things too seriously, and should lighten up. i wanna write a book. & host a talk show & travel all over—specifically Australia—& own a bakery/coffee shop/consignment store called “coffee, books and time machines (est. 4088).” i love to read. Kurt Vonnegut is my favourite author. blankets is my favourite book. Kurt Vonnegut didn’t write it. my favourite color is a three way tie between dark purple, charteuse/green, and charcoal grey. i have a recurrent dream about my own funeral remarkably often. i always put periods at the end of my sentences. even if they’re half sentences. sometimes, i get irritated with people. but usually, i’m pretty happy & agreeable. i have stretch marks and too many moles. but, i think i’m at least reasonably attractive. if you don’t think so, then there’s really no need to crush my hopes & dreams, right? also, i’m a mean bastard when i’m angry. callous is the word. i’m blunt in general, and if i don’t like you, you’ll know it in a quick minute. promise. i love to go as fast as i possibly can in general. driving, talking, thinking. speed is addicting. so are tattoos and piercings. i think drugs are an overall bad idea. i am a fan of the Ganja, but think man-made drugs are no good at all. i know i’m gunna die one day, but that doesn’t scare me. everything that has life must eventually die. that’s just what happens. i don’t drink, but that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t ever. i really don’t like it when people say “life is short.” life is the longest thing you’ll ever do. come on! i want to live in a house with one too many bedrooms. that way, i can constantly change the purpose of that room. because we all need a little change once in a while. especially me. i love to talk about things that boggle people’s minds, like the space-time continuum, and/or sasquatch culture. i’m prone to saying just about anything that comes to mind, which truly could be anything. i’m intelligent, but lack initiative. given one million dollars and no restrictions, i’d probably pick up my shit and never stop anywhere again. probably buy a badass houseboat that is powered by solar panels or something. yea. also, i like to make random loud noises and scare people. i’m not intimidating physically, so i learned to act like i’m dangerous. but i don’t think i’d ever really kill someone. all my friends think i’m really tall, but in actuality, i just have a lot of short friends. that makes me smile. i like short people. i also like really tall people. and average people too. in that order. sometimes, i dance naked. but only when no one is home and there’s good music. i’m really afraid to hit on guys, because i’m always afraid they’re gunna be hetero and get all wierd. i think that if there were 10 guys in a room, and nine were gay, i’d choose the hot hetero one. i take showers so hot my skin is red afterward. and i like it. i think that the word rad is rad. also, archaic terms should be revived. colloquially speaking, i’m just an artsy fartsy kid who wears tight pants. generally speaking, i’m a nerd mixed with an artist, mixed with a little bit of radditude. i love music, especially the kind that makes me wanna just thrash around and scream things i wouldn’t want my gramma to hear. she’s one of those really cool short people. i have a fetish of sorts for teeth. they don’t have to be perfect, they just have to be…there. and nice-ish. i dunno. i’d have to see the teeth to say if they’re hot or not. i also like flat stomachs. and hands! and hair! and belly buttons! they’re neat. i love random facts that no one really cares about. they are fantastic to start a conversation, and many times, a good friendship. samoa has 4 airports and no military, and it takes 4 hours to hard-boil an ostrich egg. use those in conversation. i love having conversations with random people in public places. you can meet such awesome people in such average places. try it, you’re bound to like it.