I love people. I love how they think, why they act, how they change – all of it. The way events, small or earth-shaking, shape our psyche is incredibly interesting to me. I read a lot of books that examine different aspects of human behavior, on a personal and community level. Logic and basically figuring stuff out appeal to me in the highest degree. Learning about things that interest me is something I love as well. So, now that I sound like a complete nerd, let me make clear that I like massive steaks marinated for days and barbecued but not overcooked, so that there is a good amount of pink in the middle. Will Ferrell, in my opinion, is by far one of the most brilliant and funny men of the decade. I don’t know if I will ever see the motion picture masterpiece of Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy enough times in my natural life. And how hilarious is Chris Farley in his early days on Saturday Night Live? My hope is that my love for humor does not end any time soon, or any time at all now that I think of it.
My childhood is a story that I could tell for the next fifty pages and barely crack the surface. The same goes for everyone, really, if the audience is safe enough. Unless of course a childhood is so dysfunctional that they block most memories out. About my childhood: I was never good enough, raised by parents who loved me dearly but judged and criticized everything to death. My mom had cancer and fully recovered. I played soccer for nine years and football for two. I spent a lot of time by myself. I did well in school until I drank and did a lot of drugs very early in my life. I am in recovery from addiction. I missed out on the normal high school experience. That’s my childhood in a nutshell, and I am very aware how vulnerable people are in the developmental stages of life. I would not change or take back one thing that happened to me. I neither regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. I believe strongly that the past is our greatest asset.
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