I Won't Dance. Don't Ask Me.

I haven't posted in the past, for a variety of reasons including stupid corporate policies, but I do comment. Sometimes profusely. I tend to keep to myself unless I know you, at which point the dams have burst and the floodgates are open.

If I've friended you and you have no idea who I am, it's likely because you've written or created something I enjoyed and I wanted to add you to my Fic Group or other Reading List Filter. I generally try to introduce myself first but, at times, I forget and post a comment without realizing I'm a stranger. Hopefully, you won't find this offensive. I'm not some creepy lurking stalker, just a fan who wanted to find the way back to the happy place.

I can be opinionated and effusive and I curse like a motherfucker. I can also be passive-aggressive and insecure. And I have a tendency to go out of my way to be helpful, which is either wonderfully useful or horribly annoying, depending upon the recipient's mood.

I'm a terrible liar, so I just don't. I don't have much tolerance for those who do, and I always know when you are, even if I don't call you on it.

I trust instinctively and deeply, and am rarely disappointed by my choices. I can and do forgive to an extraordinary degree but, if you lose my trust, it will take a hell of an effort to regain it.

I live with no regrets.

I see the world in an extremely complicated manner, with all of its interrelations and copious details. After a brief pause, I can translate what I see in a way that makes sense to a variety of other personalities, but I have to work at simplicity. My apologies in advance if I show you the intricate side first. Poke at me and I'll shift gears.

I try to be careful, but I can easily jump to conclusions without enough information to justify my opinion. On the other hand, I'm the first to admit my errors.

For now, I'm just trying not to take things too seriously.

You want to know anything else? Ask.