I am a monster with soft skin, and an uncertain heart.
I am a sheep in wolf’s clothing.
I am death (no, just kidding).
I am a writer.
I will believe just about anything. If I wanna.
I hate blogging.
I like doing nothing–saying nothing, hearing nothing, looking at nothing.
People say I think too much. Sometimes I have to agree.
I love metaphors and analogies.
I have a strong affinity for hurling round, plastic objects.
I am standing in line in Chipotle as I write this.
I am consistently inconsistent.
I am obsessed with wolves.
I am a werewolf.
I love music. Often the sort most people around me do not like.
Like Death Metal.
Symphonic Metal and Folk Metal are awesome too.
I tend to like things less if they’re overly popular.
I love to read.
I have weird thought patterns.
I am way too introspective.
I almost always avoid absolutes like the plague.
I’m an emotional vampire of sorts.
I am a child, beloved of God by His grace and mercy in marking me as His, and the atoning work of Christ bringing me into His family. This is the last of a long list of comparatively minuscule things about me, not because I thought of it last, but because it is foundational to the rest of what I am, and God will always have the final say about who I am, and who I’m becoming.