I think I have a mild case of OC neurosis. I easily get obsessed with someone. I always feel compelled to make my life more complicated. I feel neurotic especially recently because I feel toxic. I am bothered that the 5 sentences so far begin with the egoistic I. They say I look intimidating, a snubbish elitist, or an unapproachable liberal maniac. Maybe they're right. Whenever I look at myself at the mirror, I see a child--yet bald, with facial hair, adult facial lines, wide eyes--and I feel cheated. There's so much more than what meets the eye. Most of the things I love doing are forms of solitaire: consuming books, cursing /envying well-directed films, singing along with my latest favorite songs. That's why I have to love alcohol. Otherwise I'll be cooped up in my autistic world. I am superstitious. I love numbers. I love nature--sheer color-combination in the skies during a sunset can give me an adrenalin rush. My real religion is the Arts; God is an excellent artist. I love the Philippines. I've never been out of the country. Sure, I would love to visit the Europe, Africa and other Asian countries, but home is still here. I love teaching. It gives me a sense of purpose. It makes my life worthwhile. I am a middle child. Yes I do have THAT syndrome. I love my family and I am glad they understand why I have to leave them. I love being free. I hate sports. The only games I play are word games, card games, and mind games (which I also hate). I just don't get why people are fascinated with balls. And sweaty bodies. And all those muscles and curves while people are playing. Nyahahaha. I hate cellphones. I like cats. I have an attitude problem with authorities. I love walking and running. Sex brings out the best and worst in people. A person comfortable with his/her body is most likely great in bed. There is harmony in chaos. There is meaning in the meaninglessness of life. Love still makes the world go round. Life is breathtaking.