socialy retarded

About

The “about me” is traditionally where people write these wittingly charming ditty’s about their marvelous lives, or they use it to show how tortured and tormented their miserable existence is. The about me is the self image that people delude themselves into believing.

I would like to think that I’m this amazing man, wonderfully talented and gifted athlete, supremely well endowed, and my wallet includes an American Express Black card. I would tell you that I’ve got the most remarkable girlfriend and that when I wake up, birds chirp on my arrival to the new day. My name isn’t Tom Brady, and I can only imagine that he probably can make a girl’s panties tingle by mere eye contact.

I’m a big fan of using a little cognitive dissonance when viewing life. My value in society is only marginally above the funny hobo that hangs out on Colfax and Broadway. I’m an average guy with an average life.

I’m funny when I don’t try to be, and when I try to be I sound like a nerd. I like Sports, the active and spectator kind. Sports fans aren’t supposed to like Justin Timberlake, but I do. In a former life I used to dance with glow sticks. Now I’m comfortable in socks, Birkenstock’s, old shorts, and a nice worn in shirt. During Colorado’s winter months, you will find me primarily Skiing and Snowboarding. In the summer taking my dog on hikes, or backpacking trips. Biking is a large part of what I like to do, and I’ve been conned into taking yoga. Beer is my crux, not in an alcohol anonymous kind of way, but in a 15 extra pounds kind of way. I like Beer enough to name my dog Guinness

I have several good close friends who all accept me and my social retardation. Most of my friends suffer from the same infliction of social retardation in varying degrees. When we all get together, it usually results in someone outside of our assemblage being offended. I like the people I chose to keep around me, they make me happy.

- D

“Morality is not the doctrine of how we may make ourselves happy, but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness”.

- Immanuel Kant