I had a really bad date recently. Not "she stabbed me with a fork" bad, but it got me thinking about how much I hate dating. Dating should be spending time getting to know someone, not putting on a false front to which you plan to cling right up until divorce court. There's a connection to blogging here, though maybe I'm pushing it a little.
People like blogs with photos. I don't post photos, but I do enjoy seeing those of others and I'm sure more people would visit if I did post some. Interestingly, blogs with just photos aren't popular; there has to be some context.
People also like links to other sites of interest. I don't do much of that, either.
A thousand people have visited this blog! Those who return do it because there's information they can use and often some entertainment value (though right now my running career looks like a trainwreck in progress) or because they know me and want to keep in touch.
Blogs I read, blogs I don't
The blogroll on the left is what it says it is: people I've seen on trails. Two of the active ones I only glance at once a month, some I check regularly. There are blogs I do read often which I wouldn't link (one is a kindred spirit whose husband really hates me). There are popular running blogs I ignore; Olga should run more, blog less, for example - I don't know why, but her blog just never interests me, though we have a lot of contacts in common. If she's ever visited, I'm sure the feeling is mutual.
The dating connection
Most people never start blogs and those who do often quit because they feel they have nothing to say. The important thing, I think, is to say who you are, not what you do. Most people's everyday lives are pretty dull, but each person's thoughts about their lives can be interesting. I blog because I'm not afraid of people learning who I am.
I love the little idiosyncrasies in people that take a lifetime to learn. I throw Frisbees left-handed, but throw baseballs right-handed; how many years would you have to know me to find that out? Sometimes you have to read a lot of blather in someone's blog to find what makes them tick; then it gets interesting. That blather is what I hate in dating.
What makes me tick
I'm a typical youngest of a large family. I'm easy going and get along well with difficult personalities. I defuse tense situations with humor. Most first-borns find me directionless and lacking ambition at first.
On the Meyers-Briggs test, I'm a typical INFP (introverted, intuitive, feeling, perceptive). That's the rarest type and almost unheard of for a scientist. We're dreamers and mystics, who drift along until something upsets one of the few things they hold dear - then watch out! We never finish anything we plan and tend to be disorganized. We make great poets.
I'm on the autistic spectrum. I can't read body language and I have trouble looking people in the eye (which makes first dates and job interviews tricky). I have to really work at communicating; I think I've made a total of five phone calls this year which weren't call-backs. [This is one of the reasons I blog. I say a lot here I would never say otherwise.] I have trouble with focus, so I ramble when I talk. I work extremely hard at not appearing autistic.
I went through college and grad school on fellowships and scholarships, due to an ability to do well on standardized tests. I passed mock LSAT and MCAT tests without any preparation.
My first girlfriend starved to death. That pretty much screwed me up for life.
Any questions (other than: how's the ankle)?
Aid Station: Eugene Curnow
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