Some days I feel like all the world is a tuxedo, and I'm a pair of brown shoes. If that last analogy made sense to you, let's talk. . . .
I am: neither a hipster or a frat boy. . . an unapologetic dork. . .and a cynical idealist. . .
In many ways the biggest lesson of the last ten years or so has been how to err on the quirky side rather than the neurotic side of the line. . .the results have been pretty good so far. My mind is always racing and making random though--oddly enough--consistently salient associations. I'm an excellent story teller, digresser, and occasional rambler. . .it'd be nice to meet some kindred spirits.
I used to make my living helping kids in foster care, and now I'm in law school. Eventually, I want to go back and work in child protection or family law. Some people call me a perpetual do-gooder, I think I'm just a glutton for punishment. If there's one thing my work life taught me, it's that the line between tragedy and comedy is thin and blurry. At the end of the day, I'd rather laugh than cry.
I guess one might say that I've developed a dark and dry sense of humor. A healthy sense of irony and an appreciation of the absurd keep me sane (and entertained) most days.
At the end of the day, I really don't have a list of qualifications and traits I'm looking for. Though, for the record, I do tend to get a little week in the knees for the compassionate, unconventional, and eccentric types.