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.