Thread: Tell Me About Yourself :D

I am the best there is, The best there was, The best there ever will be:p

LOL oh yeah that just totally sums you up
haha.

I'm a Brazilian living in California! What else is there to say?

hah so little to say.
man ive always wanted to go to america.

i am tom, i like girls, cheeze wiz, skateboards, and making fun of emo kids.

I'm Ray and I'm female.
I live in Oregon.
Am bisexual.
Currently in highschool.
Already have plans for college.
Like to read, write, talk, dance, smile.
Love learning about people.

Originally Posted by Emlee.

yeah so just write whatever, i wanna meet new people, people different and interesting people. so that means you alright? lol ^_^
name, live, age, orientation, whatever suits your fancy.
and.... go!

Luke, South Africa (Cape Town), 18 (and 6 months ), Heterosexual ("straight", but I am saving myself for marriage), I like reading, playing on my computer, typing, I wish to be a Robotocist.

oh, and don't take this the wrong way, but when people find out I am from SA, they generally ask me this, so just for the record, I am white.

Originally Posted by Emlee.

yeah so just write whatever, i wanna meet new people, people different and interesting people. so that means you alright? lol ^_^
name, live, age, orientation, whatever suits your fancy.
and.... go!

I'm dodo, live in Tel-Aviv, Israel. I'm 32 years old. I'm a computer programmer, but also a musician ( singer/ song writer). These days I'm working on writing my first novel ( which is about dreams ). I'm single, straight, a bit weird. Some kind of a shy, solitary and rather artistic geek. I love animals, I'm vegan. I believe that there is no such thing as evil, only ignorance. I try to love all, but I'm not very social. Late at night, if you lean your ear out the window, you may hear me sing, as I go by.

In a world where every consciousness is but a segment of what is possibly a larger entity, or has the potential to become so, one only wishes to find someone who sees past the physical plane, and cherishes others who are good. What is it that compels you? Money? Love? Fame? War? Peace? If we are motivated by one goal we are surely doomed, for all of these things are selfish. Every action, every thought ever conceived by man has been one of greed. Every gift given, every charity or sacrifice presents the sender with a sense of self gratitude. So, is there such a thing as a selfless deed? Or, is it possible that it is the act of striving towards this goodness that is important? Just as it is impossible to be a perfectly pure man, but one should always try his hardest. And once we obtain this object of desire; that which compels us; what is left? Shall we be happy at that point? I don't think so. This is much like the meaning of life, in that if one was to discover the meaning to his life, and reached this goal, what more is there to live for? Such a man would surely be dissappointed, or he would still strive for a bigger, better meaning. Buddha taught that if one was not happy with his life, it was because he was longing for the wrong things. Perhaps if one were to modify his ambitions and dream for those things that are well within his reach, he would be truly in a heaven all his own. If a man could obtain pleasure from every activity he engages in, he would die a very happy man. But is this real happiness, or would one be fooling himself? The gods punished Sisyphus by dooming him to push a rock up a mountain for the rest of his days. As soon as he pushed one rock up the mountain, another would fall. This reminds me of the daily grind of life in the current human society. On the other hand, I've often thought that if the gods had pity on Sisyphus, and caused him to draw direct pleasure from his monotonous rock pushing, then he would indeed be happy regardless of the reality of the situation, just as individuals have been drawn to money and fame and the daily grind for so long that they cannot see the stones falling down around them. They are content repeating the same process over and over until their dying day. If Sisyphus would ever stop and think about what he's doing, he would realize that there is no reason to get the rocks to the top of the hill. People never question the meaning of life until something interrupts their daily cycle, or until it withers away slowly. So, are we striving to achieve the wrong things? Who can ever say for sure? The words "I know..." are best spoken by fools. But I have found that I cannot look past this concept. It has haunted me like a plague in the past, taking my will and my sanity. Finally I let go. If there is a meaning of life it is either undiscoverable, unconfirmable, or too advanced for a puny mind such as mine to comprehend. So, having no meaning, and no ends, I live contently in the comfort of this ignorance. I am okay having no answers, and just perhaps that in itself is the answer. Some would take this concept and hide in a corner, denying it, or losing the will to live, but I try to see past this. "Celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing." -tool. Is life anything more than a small period of time in which we have an opportunity to enjoy this world? Do we need anything more? Do we deserve anything more? The time itself is the most beautiful gift that can ever be bestowed upon a soul. Isn't it selfish in it's own right to need a reason for living? For everything we think we know, animals are the ones who realize this more than anyone. They do not strive for reason, but live in the comfort of this plane, enjoying the savage fruits of the earth. So, who are the enlightened ones of this planet? Nature is pure. No lies. No broken promises. No explanation. The earth never takes away what it hasn't already given. Native Americans lived on this land long before we did. As we spent our days indoors, they spent their entire life in the wilderness, in the element, under the stars. Regardless of this, they still have at least as much brain capacity as we did. They learned and studied nature everyday for generations. It is interesting that they would respect their kills, and honor nature. Animals are also very close to the earth, of course. And while they don't necessarily respect their food, they don't usually cause more harm than they need to. They do not kill more than they can eat, and they do not prolong death anymore than needed. Wolves are a fair representation of my personality. They are pack animals, and while they are preditors, they do only what is needed to survive. The savage nature of these beasts fascinates me almost as much as consciousness itself. The brotherly bond between these animals is something that we lack, and it is desirable for me. While wolves are sometimes with more than one mate in their lifetime, they are generally monogomous. I sometimes imagine how pure love would be if no words need be spoken. A wolf will protect his mate savagely, and so will I. My love is a savage and ruthless, but delicate thing. It is free from contstraints, inhibitions, impurities, and limits. "Love always gives. It never takes away." -Love Why are men possessive, abusive, or controlling? These things truly strip a man of his manhood, and most don't realize it. A real man can enjoy what it is to be a man. Women are pure too, but they suffer from the same condition. They search for the wrong things, I think. A female that cannot see past this is either cold, undeserving or both. The root of the woman, however, is the purest thing imaginable. The force that draws two people together is one of the very few primitive instincts that man has not abandoned and I think that says something. We are still drawn to one another and nothing about that has changed. The better the sex is, in fact, the more savage and ravaging it becomes. I think love between a man and a woman should be open and uninhibited. Unreserved and raw. Each partner should belong to, and own the other. Together they will be eleven. The heart of a woman is such an attractive thing that it takes hold of a man at his deepest level. Very few forces are as powerful. I embrace it. There must be more than one type of love, however. I think it is possible to love many people, as long as they are loveable. One should love all of his friends, and should do whatever it takes to accomodate them in their endeavors. Why are we so closed off? So reserved? Physical objects can never take the place of a friend, so why treat them better? Why does the average person hold a barrier before his friend? This is wrong. I suppose some people are untrusting. Take a fucking chance! Have some adventure. What's the point of having a friend if you can't trust them? What can you lose? Material things? Fuck it all.

I'm Matt, i'm 16, i'm british, not your typical englishman, i hate britain. I love dreamviews and i don't think i could last a day without this community. Bit of an addiction i know lol, whats worse is that i got a two week holiday coming up

I know the feeling, Matt

I like paragraphs.
(directs comment at sloth)
:p

Here's all about me: Jamie Kowalski

By the way, yesterday I had a work of mine played at the Kennedy Center by a 137-piece orchestra. There were about 1,200 people in the audience. My head is still in a daze!

I'm Snowy
I am half dutch, half english and am living on the med at the moment but have lived in the States and the UK in the past.
I love dreams and I love reality, especially because of the contrast. I also love paragraphs but nevertheless since I can't produce what Sloth did I read it instead. Like Sloth is a wolf, I would see myself as a cat. Fickle and self-centred, but affectionate and kind-hearted.
I have just graduated from high school and am about to start studying to get qualified in French and English law! Wish me luck :p

p.s. I think Kowalski is the perfect name for a composer/musician like Tchaikovsky

I just am. That about sums it up.

Oneironaught kicks ass.

Originally Posted by sloth

Oneironaught kicks ass.

OK? Thanks, now tell us about yourself.

I did, yo.
And screw you with your 2/10 for me. :-p

What I said was:

"In a world where every consciousness is but a segment of what is possibly a larger entity, or has the potential to become so, one only wishes to find someone who sees past the physical plane, and cherishes others who are good. What is it that compels you? Money? Love? Fame? War? Peace? If we are motivated by one goal we are surely doomed, for all of these things are selfish. Every action, every thought ever conceived by man has been one of greed. Every gift given, every charity or sacrifice presents the sender with a sense of self gratitude. So, is there such a thing as a selfless deed? Or, is it possible that it is the act of striving towards this goodness that is important? Just as it is impossible to be a perfectly pure man, but one should always try his hardest. And once we obtain this object of desire; that which compels us; what is left? Shall we be happy at that point? I don't think so. This is much like the meaning of life, in that if one was to discover the meaning to his life, and reached this goal, what more is there to live for? Such a man would surely be dissappointed, or he would still strive for a bigger, better meaning. Buddha taught that if one was not happy with his life, it was because he was longing for the wrong things. Perhaps if one were to modify his ambitions and dream for those things that are well within his reach, he would be truly in a heaven all his own. If a man could obtain pleasure from every activity he engages in, he would die a very happy man. But is this real happiness, or would one be fooling himself? The gods punished Sisyphus by dooming him to push a rock up a mountain for the rest of his days. As soon as he pushed one rock up the mountain, another would fall. This reminds me of the daily grind of life in the current human society. On the other hand, I've often thought that if the gods had pity on Sisyphus, and caused him to draw direct pleasure from his monotonous rock pushing, then he would indeed be happy regardless of the reality of the situation, just as individuals have been drawn to money and fame and the daily grind for so long that they cannot see the stones falling down around them. They are content repeating the same process over and over until their dying day. If Sisyphus would ever stop and think about what he's doing, he would realize that there is no reason to get the rocks to the top of the hill. People never question the meaning of life until something interrupts their daily cycle, or until it withers away slowly. So, are we striving to achieve the wrong things? Who can ever say for sure? The words "I know..." are best spoken by fools. But I have found that I cannot look past this concept. It has haunted me like a plague in the past, taking my will and my sanity. Finally I let go. If there is a meaning of life it is either undiscoverable, unconfirmable, or too advanced for a puny mind such as mine to comprehend. So, having no meaning, and no ends, I live contently in the comfort of this ignorance. I am okay having no answers, and just perhaps that in itself is the answer. Some would take this concept and hide in a corner, denying it, or losing the will to live, but I try to see past this. "Celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing." -tool. Is life anything more than a small period of time in which we have an opportunity to enjoy this world? Do we need anything more? Do we deserve anything more? The time itself is the most beautiful gift that can ever be bestowed upon a soul. Isn't it selfish in it's own right to need a reason for living? For everything we think we know, animals are the ones who realize this more than anyone. They do not strive for reason, but live in the comfort of this plane, enjoying the savage fruits of the earth. So, who are the enlightened ones of this planet? Nature is pure. No lies. No broken promises. No explanation. The earth never takes away what it hasn't already given. Native Americans lived on this land long before we did. As we spent our days indoors, they spent their entire life in the wilderness, in the element, under the stars. Regardless of this, they still have at least as much brain capacity as we did. They learned and studied nature everyday for generations. It is interesting that they would respect their kills, and honor nature. Animals are also very close to the earth, of course. And while they don't necessarily respect their food, they don't usually cause more harm than they need to. They do not kill more than they can eat, and they do not prolong death anymore than needed. Wolves are a fair representation of my personality. They are pack animals, and while they are preditors, they do only what is needed to survive. The savage nature of these beasts fascinates me almost as much as consciousness itself. The brotherly bond between these animals is something that we lack, and it is desirable for me. While wolves are sometimes with more than one mate in their lifetime, they are generally monogomous. I sometimes imagine how pure love would be if no words need be spoken. A wolf will protect his mate savagely, and so will I. My love is a savage and ruthless, but delicate thing. It is free from contstraints, inhibitions, impurities, and limits. "Love always gives. It never takes away." -Love Why are men possessive, abusive, or controlling? These things truly strip a man of his manhood, and most don't realize it. A real man can enjoy what it is to be a man. Women are pure too, but they suffer from the same condition. They search for the wrong things, I think. A female that cannot see past this is either cold, undeserving or both. The root of the woman, however, is the purest thing imaginable. The force that draws two people together is one of the very few primitive instincts that man has not abandoned and I think that says something. We are still drawn to one another and nothing about that has changed. The better the sex is, in fact, the more savage and ravaging it becomes. I think love between a man and a woman should be open and uninhibited. Unreserved and raw. Each partner should belong to, and own the other. Together they will be eleven. The heart of a woman is such an attractive thing that it takes hold of a man at his deepest level. Very few forces are as powerful. I embrace it. There must be more than one type of love, however. I think it is possible to love many people, as long as they are loveable. One should love all of his friends, and should do whatever it takes to accomodate them in their endeavors. Why are we so closed off? So reserved? Physical objects can never take the place of a friend, so why treat them better? Why does the average person hold a barrier before his friend? This is wrong. I suppose some people are untrusting. Take a fucking chance! Have some adventure. What's the point of having a friend if you can't trust them? What can you lose? Material things? Fuck it all."

I am the fire.

I am the day.

I am the night.

I am the light at the center of the universe.

I see all of time

I am ancient and eternal.

I am Alex D.

(An English Student from Essex)

I'm the Man of Steel, I hail from the planet Krypton, which was destroyed when I was but an infant, taking my parents and nearly every other member of the highly advanced Kryptonian race with it. Some may know me as Superman, others may know me by my mild-mannered alter ego, Clark Kent. I'm a clumsy, nearsighted reporter by day (9-5), a crime-fighting superhero by night. I am invincible, for all intents and purposes. I enjoy hot dogs, long flights over the beach in the moonlight, bending steel beams with my bare hands, and Lois Lane.




Now then, all smartass-ness and sardonic commentary aside, my name is Josh. I'm from mid-West Georgia, I'm 18 as of just this month, pretty average-looking, very Southern, straight as an arrow, white, and a big Star Wars fan. However, I definitely don't fit the "geek" stereotype. I live way back in the woods, spend a good bit of time outside, and will hopefully soon be a part-time bladesmith. I'm what might be called a knife-knut; I collect knives. I also like to read a lot, mostly sci-fi/fantasy, but mysteries and thrillers have their place in my bookcase as well. I like doing things with my hands, and writing the occasional short story. Of course, I'm also into lucid dreaming. I'm the youngest of four children, my two sisters and one brother are older by 11 1/2, 14, and 17 years respectively. I live with my parents, helping out as much as possible, as my dad is blind. I have a cat and a Lab mix dog.

And now my fingers are tired. Also, sloth: paragraphs, man! But you're cool anyway.

Originally Posted by sloth

I did, yo.

And boy did you ever. Sorry

And screw you with your 2/10 for me. :-p

OK! I'll amend that to a 3/10 since I've talked to you in chat now.

ROFL!!
..You rock.

Okay.. I'm giving you a -23.3/10 OOH!

I'm Adam, I'm 25.

I live in Brighton in the UK. I have been lucid dreaming for about 13 years. The UK is ok, but hoping to move away soon enough. Urm, nothing more to say, but if you want to know more just ask

Originally Posted by sloth

words

That's alot of text.