th3sock

...so why can’t it be easy in real life? Because we’re human, and being human, we’re imperfect souls looking for perfection in others. I’ll be the first to say that I’m not perfect, and neither should the love in my life. When two imperfect beings come together, they become one and so, perfect. Phew, that’s a lot of perfects in one paragraph. Perfect. Perfect. Ha…add two more.

...it’s not that I’m an ass, arrogant or dumb…I just I don’t feel comfortable around people I don’t know or in big crowds. I’m always mistaken by being quiet to being shy or just a snob, but it’s a bigger thing than just that. It’s hard to live with something that doesn’t let you be a social butterfly or be able to make small talk with people. I fear I will have to deal with this rest of my life, it’s a good thing that I have very caring friends and a loving sister.

...and my dream job would be to open up my own bike shop in BC or Calgary. I love riding and helping others with their bikes, so naturally, opening a bike shop would be the logical next step. It’s just I need capital to start a small business…and to get capital I need to make a lot of money…to make a lot of money, I need a university degree…to get a degree, I need money to pay tuition…hey wait a minute.