Still a dreamer I think  I am. Or perhaps I have just not grown up yet. With that I would say it is too late. To be a child in the world with the dream to live ones life as one has imagined it is short sighted as the years become shorter and shorter. About me? Of all I am certain of there is so little that I know about life or how to live it. Aout me? Most days Iook for something that brings a smile to my heart. Or to laugh just once that day. I want a family. I want to be happy? Yes. Though I do not believe in as much. How does it work? So much of the world I have seen, and so little involvement. I have studied and tried to learn about life. And I think I know about as much now as I did when I started. I have become patient with much and comfortable with time. For 40 years it has come and gone. I have not been able to make of it much of anything I have imagined. As much as I may want a place in the world to call home, family, a loved one, a life. The many compliments that could make any of those things whole have not come to be. I am alone most everyday. And being so it is increasingly more difficult to deal with people. And easy to be critical of others to a point just shy of hostile. About me? I understand very little of what the world is and what is so dear to others. I have learned that a smart phone is not all that bright. To call them a portable social media interface (PSMI) would be more appropriate. And accurate to indicate their purpose. If you do not have a lot of people to keep up with and no need to share the most mundane moments of life with others a smart phone is a fine paper weight that you do not care to drop. About me? The last thing I want to write about when I have not spoken to a single person by 1800 hours. I know the words will be a little cynical but not barbed. Having not given up entirely on happiness. But not really seeing how or when such could come about. I am not unhappy. I am bored. Most always. And when I do find something to hold my interest or torment me a certain emptiness is filled. A then re-excavated once gone. This tends to be my outlook on books and study. Rarely ever people. Most recent focus was on obtaining a certain information technology vendor certification. Once in hand the emptiness returned.

About me I enjoy learning new things. I enjoy being on an commercial airlines plane, The right Commercial airlines, I have a favorite seat on Boeing 777, I have a favorite on Airbus A380 too. Sometimes the best part of my travel is the getting to the destination. Being on is one of the few places I feel like a person? Yes and so difficult to explain this. I enjoy my layover time. The airport is usually the same so a certain comfort in being there.

It is safe to say I enjoy travel. I enjoy music. I like baroque paintings. I like black and white photographs. I miss film photography. I have grown to enjoy digital / electronic photography. I like books. I like flowers. I like windows 7? Maybe. I really do not like windows 8. I do not like the iphone. I have never driven a motorcycle. I have never taken drugs of a recreational nature. I have never had a pet of my own. I do not think I have the time for a dog. I like the Sony Xperia SP. I do not know if I would change faiths for a woman. For love. I do like ICE CREAM. I like tea more than coffee.  I do not trust. I do not want to go on a cruise. I do want to see Argentina. I want to learn how to dance. I want to learn three (3) languages. I like art? The definition expands daily. I like roses. Wednesday is my day. I like grapes. I like plum wine. I do not know if I will ever have children. I like dried apricot. I like olives.

This could go on for days. A few of my favorite things a few of my least favorite. My thoughts as they are at this time. And my thoughts as they may never be again. A Sunday in October. It is late.