FeeMientos

I like to answer questions even if they are unasked.
I attach my state of mind to my surroundings. Probably the reason why I need so much light in my room.
I find that lying to myself is the hardest. Doctoring the truth works only when you are unaware. I am painfully self-aware.

I am part of the blogosphere in the world wide web from a disconnected terminal functioning on a wi-fi network. And they say technology is taking over. Ha!

I am fantastic at constructing truths and I hate lying. I love sarcasm though which often leads to an existential quandary.

I obsess with songs for days at a time. I pick them apart choosing particularly well hit notes by the background or the singer. I listen to the lyrics without reading meaning into them. The only meaning I've ever read into was "Sweet Emotion" after Travolta's depiction of the song. The "sweet emotion" was about Tyler's children. That was the sweet emotion.

I'm a 60 year old man trapped in a 20 year old's body. I like sipping on scotch. I like thick wool socks and I wish I could have seen Sinatra live. I'm ordering a humidifier soon.

I despise authors who elevate their opinions to fact. I do it myself all the time but I'm not self-loathing. I attach nota bene's here and there to give myself some degree of scientific ethos.

I like awkward situations.
Like.
This.
One.
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I sleep with 5 pillows but rarely use any of them.

I speak 4 languages. I fear that with each passing day that I don't practice I lose precious knowledge. I don't think I could go back to 3, or gasp, 2.

I suppose this is the piece bloggers often write when they start a blog. A description of self meant to describe the person behind the words (note: that sounds a lot more ominous than I meant it to be).
Well this is me - as incomplete a version as I can give.

Enjoy (hopefully).