I have a marginally crooked nose and an astonishingly low level of intelligence. As we are apt to wish for what we do not have, I often find myself desiring an astonishingly crooked nose and a marginally low level of intelligence. Attempts to further bend my proboscis have not resulted in increased intellect
People tell me that my tendency towards self-deprecation makes things awkward. I am generally very sorry about everything all the time. But it is merely a flimsy guise to divert attention from my ardent adoration of the universe entire. I am embarrassingly impressed by reality's variegated display. Raindrops, roses, kitten's whiskers and related minutiae have the ability to propel me into fits of unmitigated bliss. I also like people, but unfortunately I am a recovering loner with no social skills
When I am not shyly regarding my dog-bitten shoes or mumbling mildly philosophical nonsense in an effort to appear attentive, I am very devoted to singing, drawing and writing. These are my dearest treasures and I delight in them. I also love books, poetry, nature, walking and a lot of other things that sound tremendously dull.
I am currently undergoing the process of learning how to function in the world of ordinary people who have jobs and friends and cars and so forth; until recently I have lived a mildly unconventional, isolated existence involving travel, deep solitude and a lot of reading. The adventure of being among people my own age for the first time, and of trying to be independent, and at least apparently normal, is an interesting one, as is the journey of attempting to make a living as an artist and musician.
More generally, I am a twenty-three-year-old girl from Australia who doesn't watch television or drink alcohol or do anything very scandalous.
I would love to be friends with anyone and everyone, and most particularly to those interested in such things as music, art, writing and philosophy - or anything creative.
Thank you :)