I climb hills and lay on my side and turn my body over and over, till I reach the bottom, because that is the way I roll. I guess everyone has their own style and mine is quirky, which some people may view as odd, but I see myself as being unique. I like to fit in with others, but like Frank, I do things My Way. I will try to cover the points that Fandango mentioned, like the way I dress, talk, write, move my body, think, as well as my emotions, interests, and values to characterize my style. I am far from being a fashion model, but I have bought several pairs of sunglasses that cost over $500 and when I wore then, I felt like I was styling. My life now is simple and I don’t go out often, so I wear slippers, shorts, underwear and a three-button pocket tee shirt every day. I have all different colors and if I am too lazy to shower, I will jump in the pool. I shave and get my hair cut and try to look presentable, but comfort is my clothing style, as I am not trying to impress anyone.
It is difficult for me to describe the way I talk, but I feel that I have an American accent. I grew up in New York, Wisconsin and New Jersey and I guess some of that must have rubbed off on me, but I feel more like a melting pot. I lived in North Carolina for a few years and although I got used to the way people talk down there, I don’t think that any of it rubbed off on me. I feel that I am patient when I am talking and I always give the other person a chance to speak. The one distinction about my speech is that most times when I talk, I can be loud. My mom had a bad ear and everyone in my family talked loudly, so she could hear and we didn’t have to repeat ourselves.
My writing style stems from working as a technical writer and the fact that I like to explain things. I am a research writer and I constantly look things up. I wrote a few books and none of them ever got published yet, but it is possible that the world may not be ready for my writing at this time. My interests are vast and I feel that if I put my mind to it and do enough research, that I am capable of learning anything and with a little more effort, I will be able to relate this information to others. All the time my readers think that I am very smart, but I think of myself as being diligent and willing to go that extra mile. I am always surprised when a reader asks me questions about what I wrote, as if I am some type of expert, as usually I am making this stuff up as I go along.
I have never excelled in sports and now I am more sedentary, but I can still bend down and pick stuff up off the floor even with my rather large belly. I guess you could say that I am out of shape, but I am able to move my body to do the things that I need to get done. I have the necessary willpower for me to go on living and I never get depressed. My brain has developed the ability to ignore pain and while my skeletal system is still intact as well as my muscular system, I order them to coordinate their movements together, so that I can really shake it down.
I think, therefore I am and I am always thinking, even when I am dreaming. I entertain many different thoughts and at times they can be impure rousing and lustful, strangely dark venturing on uncharted, grim, uncomfortable, sickening and morbid, but they can also be positive, happy, delightful, or wistful and sometimes they are vague. I can bend and shape my thoughts to become what I want them to be, while disposing of the ones that I don’t like and nurturing the ones that I want to maintain. I realize that if I optimize my useful thoughts, this will benefit my mental health.
I don’t suffer from Alexithymia and I am able to express my emotions, which I would describe as being on an even keel, progressing smoothly and steadily in an unchanging manner. It is not easy to put all of my feelings into words and it is such a high category and if I broke my feelings down into anger, fear, sadness, disgust and enjoyment that would make it easier for me to discuss. Sure, I get mad at times and I rant about certain things, but my rants are expressed in my writing and this is the way that I blow off steam. I don’t have many fears, but my main one is about the way the world seems to be falling apart, instead of coming together. This makes me sad as I am only able to watch all the problems and I have no power to fix anything. The best way for me to describe my disgust is to mention Donald Trump and the Republican party and thee way that my country seems to be divided beyond repair. Most of my enjoyment comes from writing, watching TV and listening to music.
I have a lot of interests, but writing is my main interest. I get up every day and head to my computer to see if I can find something interesting to write about. This is usually very easy as there are a lot of brilliant people here on WordPress (OK there are a lot of idiots here also) and I always seem to be able to find a prompt that sparks my muse. I am not interested in picking up any more followers, as I see that as a useless statistic, but I do want people to read what I write and make comments, so I can feel a connection with my readers.
One thing that I value is effective communication which allows me to exchange my ideas, thoughts, knowledge and information with others. I have several online friends and I enjoy chatting with them and getting to know more about them. I understand that I will most likely never meet any of them, but I want to think of them as being real people, even if they go around wearing a bag over their heads.
Written for Fandango’s Provocative Question #125 which asks, “What’s your style?”