I very recently moved to Portland (which was easy) and became an adult (which was jarring). I now enjoy such pastimes as:
- putting thought into the color and material of bath towels
- having a retirement account
- using a french press
- breaking cookies in half and only eating one half because that's healthier
I finished my PhD in chemistry last summer. Unfortunately, it's not the cool Breaking Bad type chemistry -- it's more the useless kind. Nevertheless, I was able to parlay that into a real job and now I'm engineer of some sort, working in a field totally unfamiliar to me. But hey, that's exciting!
If you think communication is boring without metaphor, euphemism, and intentionally bad puns, then we will get along just fine.
I would never describe myself as 'goal-oriented' but things seem to be working out pretty well for me so I guess I'm doing something right. It doesn't take much really: if I believe I am living my life morally, my days are full enough that I can fall asleep at night, and I can be with my friends often, then I am happy.
I hope some of the stuff in the preceding paragraph applies to you too...
Now, I have an account on a competing dating site that just wasn't working for me. But it was cool because the whole thing rhymed. Lucky for you, I have cribbed some of my cheesy original "poetry" from that profile and reproduced it here. Enjoy:
If brevity art the soul of wit,
then this profile is, frankly,
But I defy you to be terse,
when putting your profile in verse!
Enough of my poetic woes,
Let me show you why you chose
to bless this page with radiant presence!
(Perhaps to make our coalescence?)
To untangle the truth and lies,
try this summary on for size:
I, like you, was forged afar,
in the burning hearts of stars,
A cosmic furnace from came whence,
Carbon, and heavier elements,
This chemical cocktail from the sky,
gave rise to he, she, you, and I.
So though my origins (and yours!) are lofty,
It's my humbler side you'll oft see:
Portland pulled me from th' interior,
with opportunity superior.
For five years I pondered, with tenacity,
questions of scientific opacity.
Now my vocation is engineering, applied,
With better hours and pay besides!
But never will I shed my wonder
of all of Creation from dirt to thunder.
A rapacious lover of beauty and elegance,
artistic, acoustic, or mathematical eloquence
A slow-burning cigarette, a half-lit fuse,
A lonely would-be poet in search of a muse.
UPDATE: you can't say bad words on here.