An obvious middle child, cautious to the core, with insatiable curiosity, I approach life with a zeal to understand and to be understood. So, I write. Whether it be my limited vocabulary or humanity's resistance to saying what we mean and meaning what we say, I find language lacking. I often cross out words to imply that my word choice only points toward whatever it is I am trying to say. I process from the right side of my brain, but act from the left. I seem confident in almost everything I do only because I'll only do the things in which I am confident. (That sentence does make sense. Give it another try.) I have thick, multi-dimensional, sometimes-contradicting thoughts on almost everything. I will resent you if you put me in a box.
In other words, you could call me obnoxious. But don't worry, I'm still learning.
