The Gist of Colin Shively
Much like the well-trained journalist–reserved in one’s thoughts observant to the world and punctual with facts, I am a quiet individual trained at refraining from voicing my own opinion.
Yet, I am not a wallflower, one who listens and always records, never partaking in the action or the debate at hand. When I have the chance and the situation calls for it, I will make my opinion known to those around me.
Much like now, I feel insanely hesitant to talk about myself, because it is not something I normally do. But in because I have been asked to do so, I will give it my best shot.
I am a writer and have always been a writer. I dress like a writer (a gay writer actually), I think like a writer and I talk like a writer, unless there is alcohol involved then I am a blubbering fool. Where one uses images to create words, I use words to create images.
The best way to describe what I want to do is fairly simple: They say every picture is worth a thousand words–I want to be the one who writes those thousand words. It is what I love to do.
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Can I stop now? Stop with all the philosophical, poetic thoughtfulness that I am using to describe myself? Thank bloody God.
I am a sarcastic, homosexual, laugh-at-myself writer who thinks that the entire world is messed up and I find it hilarious. I often talk to my friends about the ironic nature of the world and I constantly get odd looks on the train because I like to stare at people in an attempt to figure them out. I have become quit talented at discovering who someone is or what they are like before I even talk to them.
I am a middle child and studies show that usually makes me the most intelligent child because I see what my older sibling (brother) did and have learned to not do them. Actually I do them, I just know how to not get caught–rather deviously cunning isn’t it?
But I do love my family, they all live in Ohio and I am the first child to actually leave the state for college. I am exceptionally proud of my older brother for finding his own way in life and of my sister for standing up for herself through every hardship she has encountered. It must not be easy being the pseudo-only child at home now.
Despite my nature to laugh at the world, I do love to help other people, which is something I find most other humans do not. Everyone is too busy to notice the starving human being on the side of the street, and it makes me sad. I give whatever loose change I have to the first needy person I come across in my day. It might not be much but I give them what I have and maybe I will get a little good karma in return.
So maybe in this short piece of writing, you might have learned something about me. I am not all bad, I am not all good; I am just in-between and I think that is just perfect. But if one was to every want to get to know me more, all they have to do is ask me out for coffee (vanilla soy latte for me). Not in a to-go cup. In a for-here mug, because we all just need to sit down and veg out with someone we don’t know every once and a while.
