As I've had two random people send me messages to the effect of "you should post something in your profile," one of them being a nice person about it and the other being a -complete- ass clown, here are some things in my profile. 

Please note that even though I may come off as nasty in some of this, I really am a nice person. For all the good it seems to do me. I just cannot tolerate idiots.

I am a furry. Posts in response to this that paint this in any sort of negative light will be ignored, except perhaps in cases where I choose to put your name and example to use for the purposes of mocking you to friends. Don't waste your time. And, more importantly, mine.

I am 29. I don't know how it happened.

I am a deeply romantic, heterosexual male. So far, this has earned me a broken heart on a fairly steady basis, about every two years or so. The most recent has left me deeply upset to the point that I really don't care about much anymore, including things I used to pursue that made me happy. Currently, I see no end to these feelings. I am not a happy person. But I used to be. I miss it.

I have a possible job coming up within the next couple days. I'm not sure why I'm including this. It will pay me money. I'm not sure what I will do with the money. I'm also not sure if I will change this bit of profile in two days once I find out if I got the job or not. I suppose we'll all find that out together, won't we.

I have a cat. He sleeps a lot. I like that.

I used to be a lot more talkative than I am now. I used to talk extensively about a great many things. Now? Not so much.

I used to listen to a huge selection of music and musical genres. Almost no type of music was off of my radar. Now I listen to sad, depressing music or angry, violent music. I want to play happy things but it feels wrong now. I do not know how to fix this.

That's all for now. I don't really know why I wrote these things. I wonder if it will invite those who would attempt to psychoanalyse me or some such bollocks. If you are one of these people, see my item about being a furry for my feelings and reactions to that.

I suppose that to try and fit in here (I don't,) I should do what others do and put in some song lyrics, hopefully something that is poignant and relevant to me on a personal level. So here we go. "Unlovable," by Darren Hayes from the album "The Tension And The Spark."

Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Am I unlovable?

Cynical, jaded, faithless, disappointed, disillusioned, used
If I could take back all my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy I would
My time, my love, my every passion, dedication
In a case of mistaken identity I gave these things to you

I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated, it's the truth
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, just a few
Stages of acceptance that it's really over
It's just so complicated, I'm stupid for believing in you

You made me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable? Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?

I had your back, I held you up, I told you you were good enough
It was not reciprocated, you kept affection and yourself apart
You fed your love to me like crubs to pigeons in the park
Sometimes I think it satisfied you, see me beggin' like a dog

I wasn't armoured, you were king, I gave my everything
Because sometimes you showed me just a hint of you and then
For just a moment I romanticised the notion
I could take away the torment, I could love you like they never did

You make me feel like my father never loved me
You make me feel like the act of love is empty
Am I so unlovable? Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?

You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me (You abandoned me)
You make me feel like the act of love is empty (I felt so empty)
Am I so unlovable? Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remmind you of a part of you that you despise?

Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my sex undoable?
Am I unlovable?

Are my words unlistenable?
Are my hands untouchable?
Am I undesirable?
Am I unlovable?