Personal stuff

Name: Jordan. Or, if you wish to refer to me by my "gangsta" name...Atomic J.

Sex: No thanks. Maybe later. (Male).

Age: 21

Occupation: Inpatient Medical Coder. I give major props to anyone who knows what that is.

Personality: I'm just your average introverted nice guy.

Relationship Status: What can I say? I'm pretty boring.

Likes: Long walks on the beach or through a forest. Reading outside on a sunny day. The color green. Shedding (manly) happy tears. That feeling when you watch something sad but feel oddly uplifted, as if you've been put back in touch with that soft current within you. Coming up with deep/personal sayings, and then downplaying them with a silly comment directly after to avoid sounding emo. Never taking anything personally. Joking around like a goof. Being happy. Girls (although I've been asked by my parents [twice!] if I prefer men. Thanks for the confidence booster guys...).

Love: I love straightforward people, and I can't stress that enough. I'm completely, utterly weak against them. I get pulled into their pace right away. My goal is to always be straightforward with others. I love when people say what they feel without any hesitation. Not in a mean way, but in a sincere way. I value truth and honesty above all else, with loyalty right behind. If you are up front with me, I will hold you in the highest regard. I'll like you right away. That may sound weird, but that's how I am, and I make no apologies.

Fears: The things I fear most don't have form. They are insidious and intangible. You don't see them coming, and without even knowing it you fall prey to them. They eat away at you slowly--just slow enough that you don't notice--and replace what they take with something else. Something deceptively similar, but intrinsically different. And by the time you notice (if you ever do) it's too late. You can't tell where the old you ends and the stranger begins. All that's left to do is let paranoia fuel the desperate attempts to look back and pinpoint the changes hidden between the lines. Then even that fades, and the corruption is complete. You are content, or--even worse--happy.

Now to downplay this personal confession.

There's a lesser fear that requires way less detail. Flying scorpions.

Status as of January 14th: Still working on chapter two of The Exorcism when I'm not studying to get further coding credentials.