I have a bionic arm. It's pretty sweet.
Damn it. That's not true. I was just trying to be awesome.
I think describing oneself is a strange undertaking. Perhaps because the statements can feel static and definitive: "I like this.." or "I'm this way..." or "I always, I never..."
I hope I'm learning and evolving each day. Some days I'm cool with traffic on the 405. Some days I describe the traffic with colorful combinations of equally colorful words.
Some days I avoid the whole rotten mess and take surface streets.
I suppose I don't think of that as being mercurial, I think of it as being human. We're in flux. We're growing. We're getting things right and making mistakes all in the same day. We're succeeding at some things and failing at others, and tomorrow those things might be reversed.
Basically, I think we've all got our idiosyncrasies. We've got our strong points, our fears, our hopes, our hang-ups. We hope someone else will get us, and that we'll get that someone else.
I love the line from "Stand By Me," when Gordie asks Chris, "Do you think I'm weird?"
Chris replies, "Yeah. But everybody's weird."
'Bout sums it up.
Someone kind. Someone honest. Someone curious. Someone who can laugh at "Tommy Boy" and who can enjoy getting philosophical. It's who I strive to be, and who I'd like to spend time with.
And it's okay if you swear on the 405.