Part lover, part curious, part cognitive distortion, and a sprinkle of facade. But so you know, my year of fear is almost up.
Who I'd like to meet:
My dead guy crush, Mr. James Stewart.
Interests
General
"A farmer's horse once ran off into foreign lands. The neighbors all said this was terrible, but the farmer shrugged, 'Maybe, maybe not.' Later, the horse returned with a foreign horse of fine breed. The neighbors all said this was wonderful, but the farmer shrugged, 'Maybe, maybe not.' The horses mated, and the farmer eventually became a wealthy horse trader. One day his only son was riding and fell and broke his hip. The neighbors all said how horrible, but the man shrugged, 'Maybe, maybe not.' Next year, foreigners invaded. All able-bodied men were drafted. Almost all died in battle. The army had taken all the man's horses, but his son, because of the broken hip, was spared."