About me... Part 2

I do not own a cell phone, to prove it is merely a comfort. An extension to small talk, I call it... And so people who possess one might be offended, because that's all it means to them. People who would actually have a cellphone for emergencies wouldn't give half a penny to argue my point. And so what I meant to say was I do not possess a cell phone.
Am I vane? Sometimes... but it's probably happened to you too. You pop out of the shower, the vapor clears up from the mirror, and in front of you you see your clean self, your skin is fresh, you hair is wet and can be easily molded, you smile, and damn, vanity has its joys. But for the most part, I try to go for the semiformal look, long sleeve shirt, jeans. I am humble, I wear Old Navy. I love the land I tread, Virginia, but I don't support jingoism, so I end up outside the patriot category. Thus, I do not wear Abercrombie and Hitch or AE... I can tear my own pants, thank you. I just learned how to drive and I drive a little red '86 Ford Probe, or something like that. The windows read "Rookie of the Year" and "We love you" and the antenna has a little purple, gold, and silver ribbon that flies in the wind- the car is still kind of my sister's. Reason: I got my DL at 20...
I like pickles- dill, not sweet, and special dark chocolate. I love coffee, caffe', and cappuccini. My skin color is light cinammon, for specifics. I used to hunt butterflies, my father is a biologist. My favorite butterfly used to be the Morpho Peleides, cuz I never saw a bluer butterfly. I like popping the bubble wrappings, twisting it to pop many at a time. I have a cat named Cucho; he doesn't like to be messed with. I seem to have a fascination for subtle scars, find them to be marks of beauty (not always, thought). I used to play GI Joe when I was a kid, tied a rope from one tree to another, found a triangle shaped metal rod, and tried to slide from one end of the rope to the next, just like GI Joe or James Bond would have done in my case. I only got half way and scarred my hand, but its a darn beautiful scar, with a sweet history.
I prefer brown sugar over white, prefer multigrain over white. I could say I prefer chocolate over vanilla, so you could call me a rascist, but I won't give you the pleasure- I like both flavors equally. One must know sadness to know true happiness... Simple facts of life, and nothing to do with ice cream.
You might have perceived by now that I am somewhat random. I like to state random facts like "I left my sandwich in the kitchen, the cat might have eaten it... " and "well, it's safe, cuz the cat is outside..." I watch drama, and have recently developed a liking towards the Twilight Zone. I hate predictable movies, and wish the guy would catch AIDS just like the girl who used to be ugly but whom he, a jock, fell in love with did. The disease is not funny, the thought of a chick flick ending that way is. Wait, the dog should be the one who transmitted the disease, that would really fix the plot.
I think I've written enough for today. I am a waiter, I am waiting to eat my sandwich... and then, only then, can I count my tips. Peace out, folks, and chillax.

About me...

Here's what I didn't write about me.
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The world is my passion, my source of inspiration. I love the things forgotten by others- the sound of footsteps, the rustling leaves, the way the light transforms their skin to neon at sunset. I can sit for hours gazing at the ocean, did so in Civitavecchia, Italy. I enjoy a glass of wine, hate getting drunk to the point of losing reason. Reason is my shelter, doubt the food I eat within. I like to think I am a philosopher, but was disappointed when I found out that a large part of being a philosopher was reading other philosophers' writings. I like reading, but will only read what interests me. What interests me ranges outside the realm of formal writing, I detest writers whose ideas are lost in the choice of their words. I wouldn't mind reading the dictionary, but it just doesn't interest me.
I'm interested in psychology and sociology, and try to use both to understand human stupidity. I'm saddened by the fact that it is part of their nature, and that only a few are cursed to realize this. I am a minority, not only in terms of race, but also in terms of intellect. I like to think up ideas, rather than submerge myself in petty argument. I love rhetoric, hate it when I perceive it being used on me. I enjoy philosophy and pity fundamentalist believers. I realize that I am as lost in the world to them as they are to me... fair trade. I used to be a Catholic, once upon a forgotten time, and visited the Vatican when I no longer was one.
I am brown and speak Spanish, but to the disappointment of many victims of public education (aka No Child Left Behind program), I am not a Mexican. In fact, I was raised in a Central American country, however shocking this term might appear to you. The tiny country of Honduras, among the top ten countries in corruption and poverty, and delinquency, I suppose, was the place where I determined who I was.
And who exactly am I? I bet none of you can answer that question about yourselves, for people change in the course of their lives. So yes, I spend a great part of my time confused, thinking about nothing. Nothingness is the product of too many thoughts revolving in the head without a focus. I like to call it contemplation (refer to the beginning of this monologue)... And I think I have written enough for today, so peace out, folks.