I suppose I should tell you a thing or two about myself. Well, I grew up on a quaint little farm in the upper Midwest with my father and mother and three siblings. There were 9 kids in my graduating class, and I never really felt like I fit in. For example, I didn't take kindly to racism and sexism and homophobia. I hated the intolerance in my hometown, but I loved the people, the wide open spaces, the camaraderie and the comfort. That tiny little corner of the world was mine, but I just knew there had to be something bigger and better out there for me.
At 18 I moved to the city and started college at a reputable liberal arts school that I was not nearly smart enough to get into. I am pretty sure someone was playing a trick on me and put my application in the "accepted" pile just to mess with the dumb kid. While in school, where I had to work my ass off just to keep up, I met people from all over the world: Kenya, China, Russia, Zimbabwe, India, Ireland, Germany, New Zealand, Ghana....you name it. I met gays and lesbians and found that I had been right all along - they weren't the freaks my classmates from home insisted they were. And everyone was smarter than I was - or at least that's how it felt. They'd all gone to fancy prep schools and read Nietzsche, whereas I heard the word "Nietzsche" and thought it was some form of VD or something (you know, "that dude gave me the nietzsche!"). Boy was that an awkward lesson learned.
Having recently completed my Master's degree, I am currently under-employed, under-worked and overpaid--hence the birth of The Simple Strife. I'm cruising the internets for jobs, networking like mad, and stewing in my own mediocrity in the meantime. Good times all around.
Stay tuned - you'll learn a lot more about me over time (more than you probably want to, if we're being honest). And now, I'll let Rocky and Kristi introduce themselves....
Oh wait - more about me: I'm single. Hopelessly, eternally single. When I'm actually in a relationship, usually it's fairly dysfunctional, and I'm sure you all will enjoy the trials and tribulations of my poor, awkward dating life. For being so educated and, um, successful(?), I haven't a clue what I'm doing when it comes to finding love--you will often times question if my stories are true. They are. Strange things happen to me when it comes to dating. Enjoy the ride, kids - it won't be pretty!
Okay, now I'll let Kristi and Rocky get a word in....
3 comments:
In many ways, Nietzsche is worse than a VD, because at least you have fun while contracting the VD.
Also, the whole reason people have stereotypes is to save time actually meeting people and learning about them. Hence, my belief that all people from Chad are d-baggy frat boys.
Lastly, if there's one thing people love, it's tales of failed love. Or so I've been told, over and over, after recapping mine.
Pistols, I think you and I will get along JUST FINE.
9 kids in your graduating class? I had 90 in mine and I live in a tiny little town.
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