I like soccer. I like sport. I am a fan of Sabalenka in female tennis and… I guess, who knows who in male tennis. I love how films might work their way together, the behind the scenes work by actors and directors, etc. I think I love to scribble. I mean, not all of the time, but who could even begin to do such a thing, even if I did give it a fair whirl these past few too many years. I love my family and friends and know that I make a good impression on people in general, even though I don’t wanna be making a good impression on everyone. I enjoy good and fun and intellectual, also, conversation and like to make sure that the people I care about are doing okay. I so, so, SO wish that this disorder of the brain wasn’t such a… hazardous part of my make-up, but the real me is the me who has to… well, sit with a constantly highly panicked brain. People care for me, even with this thing. Maybe even more so for just how hard I work to live okay with it, even if it isn’t at all okay inside of my mind a whole lot of the time. I don’t regret anything, but I do wish I could feel a lot more like my balanced self sometime soon. I know I’m good, I know I don’t look to be better than anyone else. And I know, above all else, that… I am a beautifully caring man who will never not try my hardest, even if sometimes that still will end-up meaning lying down to rest my addled head 😃