On Very Little, Actually


Because there's not much to say. I am still young and inexperienced. I fell in to the academic trap and was stuck at university for far too many years, but I eventually finished my PhD in 2015. I think of food a lot, and have surprisingly little to do with farm animals. My hobbies are eating and sleeping. Apart from that, I enjoy anything that looks challenging but is actually simple and repetitive. Like maths, or computer programming, or solving Rubik's cube over and over. I like trying to understand things (usually with success) and people (usually unsuccessfully). I also blog (Duh!).

Apart from that, I am prone to expressing a level of self-confidence that is often mistaken for arrogance, and I have a titanium implant in my skull that looks just like an audio jack, and works more or less like one too.



If you do want more than that, you'll have to read some of my posts, but for those of you who are lazy, here's a bit of a longer summary.

From a fairly early age, my parents raised me to have an inquisitive mind, which led me to find unusual cures for boredom, often involving pointless amounts of mathematics. My interests were heavily influenced by my grandparents, one of whom bought several electric kits for my father, which were later passed down to me, so I became quite aquainted with electrocution. In spite of this, I am still terrified of unexpected shocks from door handles.

I've been plagued by chronic ear infections my whole life, and at the age of nine, I was diagnosed with my first not-a-tumour. As a result, I'm mostly deaf on one side. I was on cortisone medication for half my childhood, which my mom blames for my slightly abnormal size.

That's not all that's wrong with me. Like so many kids, I was formally diagnosed with ADD, which was probably due to my tendency to do things like chew on bookmarks, spin pens around, tap, hit and knock on things (although the knocking only started later on in life because I could never work out how to knock on doors when I was younger), and the fact that I just have to have something to keep my hands busy if my mind is occupied. This, together with some compulsive behaviours like my eating habits, especially when it comes to layered meals, and my lack of depth perception has led me to now believe I may not have ADD, but rather some form of high-functioning autism. I have been seriously considering getting an official diagnosis, but I lack the time.

I rarely swear, don't do drugs, enjoy sitting in traffic, and my idea of formal wear is newer jeans and a slightly neater T-shirt. Despite what my library reading list says, I'm not planning world domination. Surprisingly, my dreams are incredibly mundane. Contrary to what people seem to think, I'm useless at chess, and I don't enjoy watching sports unless I can apply plenty of maths to it as the game progresses.

Applying statistics and mathematics to problems is my one true cure for boredom. If I can't sleep at night, I start worrying about statistics problems or the thermodynamic efficiency of my duvet. In fact, I do this all the time - from worrying about how efficiently I'm slicing my sandwiches to digging in the source code of video games so that I can calculate an optimal way to play. I enjoy challenges, and whenever I overcome one, it leads to a sense of fulfilment which makes me useless for the rest of the day.

I walk around with an expression of wonder on my face (which gets some weird stares), but who can blame me. Everything is just so damn amazing. It frustrates me that other's see the world differently from me. I really wish people would just really think about it...



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