Most of my beliefs stem from the idea that humans are animals, and should have this taken into consideration when interpreting anything they say or do.
For instance, I think gods are attempts by early humans to reconcile a hostile and uncaring world by assigning it human attributes, removing elements of the unknown and familiarizing it.
Things that say a lot about people:
- the way which they treat the waiter/waitress
- how they feel about the weather
- whether they dog ear pages or highlight in books
- and hands in general
- their preferred creative outlet
- how much they dread/enjoy talking on the phone
- whether or not they drink coffee
- if they ever forget to eat
- how honest they are with themselves (and others)
- if they correct your grammar
- how they treat their parents
-I try to be as nice to people in the service industry as possible. I’ve worked in it pretty much my entire life as a working individual, and I know it can suck. Besides, even if they’re being paid, they’re doing me a service. I also tip $5 or double tax every time, whichever is higher.
-The best kind of weather is a warm (not hot) sunny day with a slight breeze. Gray days are depressing, and the cold sucks.
-I try to leave my books as pristine as possible. It really irritates me if I inadvertently damage them in any way. I wouldn’t dream of highlighting in a book (even a textbook). I tend to over-highlight when I use one anyway.
-I bite, chew, pick at, and generally mess with my nails unless they’re at a reasonably defect-free arc. This includes cuticles.
-I always have to be doing something with my hands if I’m not concentrating (ha) on something else. I crack my knuckles a lot, and am pretty relieved that there isn’t a connection (yet) between doing so and the onset of arthritis later in life.
-I write sometimes. Mostly weird fiction (I’ve been a big Lovecraft fan before), though I hardly ever find the motivation to do…well, much of anything, so I don’t write that often. I feel like I could be a good writer if I did though. Maybe someday.
-I dislike talking on the phone. I’m not good with verbal communication (conversational cues, appropriate volume [I’m a bit too quiet sometimes], etc). I prefer texting, where I can take a moment to think of the right thing to say, and revise my text before it goes out if it isn’t just right. I open up a lot more than I normally would through this medium.
-I love coffee. A local coffee place here in [where I live] makes an awesome macchiatto (I think it’s technically a caffe macchiato, espresso with a little milk). I go through phases where I begin every morning with a trip to Starbucks or said local coffee place.
-When I’m having girl problems, I stress out and lose my appetite. I end up losing weight. Maybe one day I’ll start a weight-loss program where you simply let someone toy with your emotions until you reach your goal weight. It’ll be a bestseller.
-I don’t really talk about my feelings, except with my best friend, Rufus. I’m getting better at it though, especially since I started smoking weed a year or so ago.
-I used to correct the grammar of other people (in my head), until I took a sociolinguistics class. Now I just adhere to the ‘descriptive’ approach (wherein deviations from ‘standard’ language are interpreted as variations, rather than as incorrect usage), unless it’s really bad. Even then, I probably wouldn’t say anything.
-I was raised by my grandmother, and she tends to be a little overbearing. I like to think I treat her well, though I suppose a second opinion on the matter wouldn’t hurt. I could probably stand to visit more often than I do, I dunno.