The Reality of Me

Some people have been complaining that what I write has little to do with anything in the real world, so in accession to popular request, I shall now write a little about people I know. Let's start with myself, always a favourite topic.

When I am first encountered, the initial impression seems to be of a painfully shy fellow, who is quiet, withdrawn and most certainly a bit of a nerd. Anti-social, as I mentioned in an earlier post. That is what much of my family thinks of me. At least that's what they think I'm like with other people. What they fail to realise is my actual disinterest in most people. People generally sort of bore me. To excite my interest requires more than a physical presence, there must be something I actually like or dislike about the person in question. As the majority of people do not mark first meetings with comprehensive lists of interesting things about themselves so there can be an objective comparison and matching of interests, it becomes difficult for me to warm to people immediately. I have standards, y'know. It's possible, of course, that I'm missing out on a lot of absolutely fascinating people to whom I simply do not give a chance. I will never know, will I?

If you actually get to know me a little better, the impression seems to change quite completely. I'm often told that I'm arrogant, overbearing and condescending to others. I suppose it might be due to my readiness to express my opinions honestly and without any deceit whatsoever. I truly think that I am very smart, and that I can pretty much accomplish anything I put my mind to if I were motivated to do so. The problem mostly is in the motivation. If you've read the earlier stuff, you will know about my slight apathy for life in general. I really want very little out of life other than a good time. Money makes this much easier, so I intend to make a ton of moolah, but there's no real motivation for a career in and of itself. As for the condescending bit, I am honest about others as well. I am of the opinion that if you do not want to know what I really think about something, don't ask me. If you ask me what I think of you or something you did, I will give a candid assessment, which tends to be more critical than approving, as I seem to possess a talent for seeing the flaws in everything. What this means, however, that what praise I do hand out is sincere.

Do note, however, that I am a very sarcastic fellow, and a great deal of what I say is a twist on what others say. For example, if somebody uses a particular expression a great deal, I will pick up on this and start incorporating some of the speech patterns of the person when I'm addressing him or her. A tongue-in-cheek take on the banalities of everyday life.

Considering the preposterous hour, I shall stop here and return to 'The Tempest', at least more interesting than French sociologists, fascinating as they may be.