I’m a Melville that strives and struggles to be a Hemingway. I fall in love with everyone I ever meet, and I keep them in my heart and mind forever. Weird things happen to me a lot, but I’m okay with that because it gives me something to write about. I sometimes think that I belong in a different era- when the world was much bigger- because I have this unshakable desire to put on a pith helmet, load up a vintage rifle, and disappear into the wilderness somewhere. I maintain a tough-guy image on the internet, because toughness helped me defeat depression and anxiety, but in reality, I’m a very emotional person and I cry much more easily than a hardy boy of my age should, though I don’t see this as a fault. I am earnest to a fault, though my beliefs change with the weather.
Basically, I am the sum of ever-changing ideas and feelings in the periphery of a core that is made of pure emotion, confusion, and conflicting confidence.