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My self-summary
I'm analytic, very confident, friendly, polite and diplomatic, straightforward and observative. I like thinking, I love life, and I learn almost anything with enthusiasm. Sometimes I feel like I'm a superhuman from the future, but usually I'll settle for being an alien from outer space without being sure about that. Oh, and by the way: all this boasting here is just because this text is supposed to be about me; when we meet, I'd rather talk with you about the history of Middle Earth, the importance of freedom, the right way to deal with dogmatism, or somesuch.
Most people love me, some hate me. Those who hate me usually hate me because I seem to be self-centric, but that's really an illusion: I'm actually only interested in other people, I know myself all too well. Some people have hard time dealing with me because my observations are sometimes offending; it takes a lot to be able to engage with me in a debate, when for some people it is too much to ask to be able to talk back.
You will find me interesting, hard to approach, and somehow intangible. I will find you understandable, amiable even, easy to hurt (even if you think otherwise) and taking too many things for granted. I will probably want you more for your physical appearance than for your personality, but will be most impressed if both are a good match for me.
Most things are easy for me. I am one of those people who can take any challenge and be of at least some use. You will find it rewarding to tell me what troubles you; I will almost always have insight.
What Im doing with my life
You will not probably believe this, but what I am doing is what you've always dreamed of doing. I get all those experiences you would like to have.
I smile at my children. I dance to a tune I'm enthusiastic about. I play a recorder. I climb on walls. I go to forbidden areas. I fuck in inappropriate places. I ride my bike and I spread my arms and pretend I'm flying. I meet my friends and talk about sex and programming. I experience envy, rage and happiness. I wonder about the vastness of the world. I meet new people and learn to do acrobatic stuff. I write stories which I hope will teach people to be free.
Im really good at
I'm quite good at almost everything. It's not just boast, try it out. I excel in only a few areas, such as programming language design and improvising stories that actually make you happy / sad. I know what monads are, I can (dis)prove the Turing-completeness of various computation formalisms, I can tell you of the pitfalls of (natural) language design, I can improvise poems, I can give very good definitions for abstract concepts on a short notice, and I have a vision of how the society would function better.
I really know what love means, nowadays. What I mean by this is that I know a lot about love-related feelings, and I'm almost sure that I know the kind that gives you the biggest kicks. I don't sneer at romantic passages in paperback novels: I know how they can be true.
I know really lot about languages, both formal, natural and artificial. I learn new languages really fast. I'm really fascinated about the relationship between symbol systems, game theory and reality.
I'm really good at being natural. When you meet me, it really is me. You won't start to find out things about me gradually after we've met; you will see everything. The first things people usually notice about me First off, people often notice _me_. I have a big presence. People usually notice that I'm honest, courageous and I have opinions that are hard to disprove (even if you find them somehow fishy).
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
book: The Dispossessed, by Ursula K. Le Guin.
movie: Mononokehime, by Miyazaki Hayao.
music: Always, by Para one.
food: fried rice with dhal and sweet hot sauce
The six things I could never do without
On a typical Friday night I am
a warrior.
No, really, I'm probably taking care of my kids, programming, or chatting with friends. Or maybe I'm just so fascinated of being alone, for once, that I'm running in the wood and howling at the moon. The most private thing Im willing to admit I have no privacy. What would you like to know?
You should message me if
you are good-looking (on my terms, which you can't know) _or_ you want to criticise me
I'm really good at reacting: there's nary a situation nor topic that would left me bewildered or uninterested. I'm quite good at proacting: I like to arrange stuff with people, I'm practically never bored, and I produce new ideas. Consequently, I'm usually quite busy, but when I have time to concentrate, I do it properly...
I live in Northern Helsinki together with my SO, a friend of mine, and my four kids. I like many people. And chances are, I like you too, and would like to sleep with you.
I'm not really very concerned, anymore, about what people think about me. Most of the time I just worry about how I could get others to feel loved, valuable and at ease. Naturally, I'm not oblivious to attitudes towards me: if somebody clearly dislikes me or wants to hurt me, I feel hurt, not for what they do, but for their malice.
I have spent a good part of my life thinking about myself. I'm getting pretty good at that. I might even know myself better than you know me... the sad thing is, sometimes I feel I know other people better than they do. It's nice to teach people how they are wonderful in ways they don't realise, and it's hard to deal with impressions people wouldn't like to make.
I love to give. Sometimes, you don't get anything out of giving, but usually, you get everything back two- or threefold. There's nary a thing more satisfying than seeing somebody happy when you give them your love. And there's so much love to be given. Every human being has splendidly unique qualities which only that very person can bring to others' life.
Oh, I just remembered. When I hurt people (and that happens surprisingly often) I usually do it either because I don't realise they could be hurt or because I believe in people's strength and ability too much. And even though I like to be nice and helpful to people, I tend to leave them if I feel I can't help them with their problems.
I am interested, altruistic, and pragmatic.
Once upon a time, there was a great queendom, a land ruled by a righteous (but naughty) queen. The land was also big in area, spanning a space of approximately three by five thousand miles, which included two magnificent peninsulae expanding to the sea, and an extremely rough and steep mountain range in the northern wilderness.
In this country the habitants were, on the average, very hospitable, always keen to hear new stories and news from strangers, and always ready for a good laugh. They would take any opportunity for a good party, and indeed often the squares of villages and towns would echo with music, laughter, and the sound of stomping, dancing feet.
Little known to the people of the country, the country also gave a home to a different folk. The fairies had their dens deep in the mountain forests, and, quiet in their ways, were almost never noticed by the big people. However, there were tales told about fairies, how they would dance on moonlit nights, how they would mislead unfortunate travellers at times, and so on.
In a northern village, just by the mountain roots, lived a boy. The boy, who had been almost obsessed about fairies and tales about fairies for all of his childhood, had reached adolescence and was now thinking about getting a fairy girl for a girlfriend (or at least a lover). He had talked about this desire to no one, knowing very well that it would probably only cause scorn and mockery. So he made his plan alone, and when he had decided what to do, he packed his few belongings, prepared for a long hike, and started to travel by foot into the wilderness. To his parents he said not to worry, since he was going to find his own happiness in the world, and maybe found a new settlement in the northern woods.
He left on his trip when night was already falling, but the moon was bright that night, and he thought it to bring good luck to start his trip in the nighttime that fairies loved so. Instantly when the last lights of the village disappeared behind the dark shadows of tall trees, he felt that surge of freedom that can only come when you realise that whatever you do is up to your own will, and the world is at your hand. He smiled, added pace, and began humming a simple tune to the rustle of the trees. It was a windy night, but the wind was warm, and the boy headed straight up the valley with the wind blowing from behind.
He travelled long and far, making long day-trips. He was positive that somewhere by some creek upstream he would find a fairy community. He travelled, full of enthusiasm and daydreaming, and so preoccupied he was with his quest that he did not even think about how he had no idea how to convince a fairy to be his own, and give their love to him.
People who really know what they want are usually supported by Luck herself, and this case was no different. By a small waterfall and pond by the upper reaches of a clear creek with strong current he set up his sleeping shelter, and that night he saw fairies for the first time. They were not quite as he had expected from the descriptions in the tales or the depictions in the old books; the fairies were rather larger in figure, faintly glowing, and had an ability of getting partially transparent.
When he noticed their voices, he sat totally still, not daring to move lest he scare away the fairies. He sat there for all the night, petrified by the thrill of having found what he so long searched for, and his blood rushed in excitement.