I think this sums me up best. A living contradiction of myself. A misfit within a misfit.

As a young boy I was the clean cut chess nerd who was sweaty and muddy all the time. The shy guy who could not stop talking once he got started. The knowledge lover who flunked his classes.

I was the lactose intolerant who could finish half a cheesecake in one sitting, the terribly motion sick guy who has been on more boats and planes than 90% of the planet. The funny person who was sad half the time. The Catholic who attended mass every weekend, and Bahai meetings every fortnight. The writer who never read.

I was the guy who could lose and find himself in the exact same moment. The web designer who loved staring at programming code. The rowdy sports fan who could sew and loved to cook. The homophobic who shared an apartment with a gay guy. Twice.

That’s me in a nutshell, I think. A culmination of extremes. The brave coward. And it all boils down to this. I’ve always felt that life is short and should be lived to the fullest without a moment's waste.