Personality is almost entirely subjective. What might seem open and ebullient to the Standard Nerd Specimen could come off as introverted or suspicious to the sports announcers of the planet. I suppose what i'm trying to say here is that i can't tell Joe/Jill Random Net.cruisin.mofo about my personality without some idea of their referents: what do the words mean to them?
But if by some fluke you ARE the standard suburban american velveeta slice, i can give you something that may be meaningful in a shared-experience way. Otherwise you are just going to have to draw your experience from data.
I don't buy into the idea that society knows best, honed by evolution into the ideal group of rules for living. There are too many viable societies in human history with few similarities to each other. These rules we live under are, while not completely arbitrary, pretty damn accidental. I examine actions for motives; if none are found, that action is superfluous. I examine statements for relevance; if none is found, that data is superfluous.
Normality? No thank you, i have no desire to settle down or straighten up. I am the final arbiter of my own opinions, final judge of my own actions. All else is phenomena. Fortunately i like phenomena.
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
"A man is a lightning calculator of pleasures and pains who oscillates like a homogeneous globule of desire of happiness under the impulse of stimuli that shift him about the area, but leave him intact" --Thorstein Veblen
My lover says i'm a
weasel. She means it in the nicest possible way.
Everyone needs weasel help, weasel help, weasel help
Everyone needs weasel help to get them through the day
I don't need no weasel help, weasel help, weasel help
I don't need no weasel help no matter what you say!
Every now and then when your life gets complicated and
the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up
on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from
Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume
and at least a pint of ether.
--Hunter S. Thompson,
"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas"
Eagles soar, but weasels never get sucked into jet
engines.
--Elf Sternberg
"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and
then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come."
--Nietzsche
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Drawing from _Amphigorey_, a collection of works by Edward Gorey. Go buy it.
