My Descriptives of Choice
Odd. That’s a given. Feel free to add “duck” on the end of that if it makes you feel better.
Big Thinker of Small Thoughts. And that, dear reader, is the whole point of this blog.
Writer of long-winded ramblings. But you already knew that one.
Failure in many pathetic attempts at Proper Humour.
Confusingly gendered. Judge all you want, but it won’t change a thing. Trans*gendered, in fact. I am very proud to announce that my gender is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Or anything you’ll ever see again.
But that’s a whole other blog for a whole other universe. And no, I’m not telling. Actually, as it turns out, I am.
Currently nameless. Working on it. No longer nameless, and very proud of it.
Asexual. In case you’re worried that my complex gender identity somehow makes it more likely that you’ll get jumped on. But if you’re thinking that in the first place, you probably don’t know me at all. Or, you’re the most unobservant person alive.
Pronoun enthusiast. “He” or “they” for me, please. I’m still working on “it”. And don’t be afraid to tell me your preference. I’ll happily shoot anyone for you if they get them wrong (on purpose).
Opinionated. You might have guessed.
Awkward, avoidant people phobe. And I like it that way. Most of the time.
Budding scientist. Chemist, if you must know.
Obsessive proofreader. Apparently, I just can’t help correcting things. And I hope to be paid for it some day.
Proud perfectionist. See above.
Basically, my plan for this blog is simple: to relieve my long-suffering skull of some built-up pressure once in a while. Pressure caused, of course, by my irritating ability to overanalyse and overthink just about everything. I hope the pressure on you to understand it isn’t too much to bear.