Morrisburger

My personality is comprised of extremes. I am never on time, I am rarely informed, and I am always indulging in sloth and vanity. I am fiercely competitive and will rarely stop at anything to get what I truly want. My loyalties are absolute, yet rarely given. I am an artist. I often disdain intimacy yet secretly long for it. I am neither a lover nor a fighter; rather, I am a dreamer. I shall be either a roaring success or an abysmal failure. There is no space in my life for mediocrity. I believe that things will fall into place, as if pushed by an unseen hand. I have no aptitude for planning so I rarely indulge in it. I close myself off to people, even those with whom I share an intimate bond. I am shy in the extreme around strangers, yet spastically unreserved around my friends, often going into 'over-share' mode without even realizing it. I fall in love easily, yet to this date it has never been real. I am naive and gullible; however, I deem myself to be worldly. I am a hypocrite and a liar. I am daring and passionate. I am lacking in common sense. This does not bother me, though, for deep down I believe realism is best left where it belongs and I do not: The Real World, whatever that may be. I force myself to not care what people think or say about me, but this has not always been easy for I used to be (and perhaps still am) overly sensitive to censure and rebuke. I long for the big city, dreaming of trading in my small-town childhood for the glowing neon lights of L.A. or N'York. I was raised Roman Catholic, yet I have grown weary of the hypocrisy so inherent in its teachings. Its homophobia disgusts me and its inconsistencies vex me. Perhaps I will never fit in, yet that is a price I am more than willing to pay.