This is the portion of the website that’s about… me. Ahaha. Yes, you have to listen to me talk about me!
The first thing I’ll say here, is that I hate talking about myself. Even on my own website. I feel vain and self-important. Ah well.. here goes nuffin!
We’ll start with the information everyone should know by now. Name’s Darrin, I’m a straight male, born in Las Vegas, Nevada (USA) on January 10, 1986. Figure out the age from there, yo. (Oh gods, I said yo!)
I’ve had several jobs in the past. Fast Food Lackey, Dental Office Receptionist… I’m currently working as a contractor for the air force base in Warner Robins, GA. So now I’m a code monkey!
My hobbies include Games (both PC and Console), Music, Roleplaying, Writing, Digital Art, and watching bad movies. I add the last part, because the I seem to like movies that the general populous hates. (DOOM, Stay Alive, Delta Farce, FF: Spirits Within..to name a few.)
In the past, I was an internet radio DJ for several stations. (MMORadio, TMSB’s MMORadio, DND Radio, and PowerFrag.fm) I loved it dearly, even if I did get a bit too attached to it. I loved interacting the people, sharing my music with the world.. I got a bit starstruck with it, being a mini-celeb.. Stalkers, not so fun though.
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I’ve been told I have strange views on just about everything… Well, you’re about to be subjected to them!
Religion. I’m not really for it. Organized religion as a whole has morphed and twisted into a perverted entity of what it should stand for. I have nothing wrong with people worshipping their deity, as long as they don’t try to shove it down my throat, y’know?
I spent most of my life growing up in the mormon church. Horrible horrible church. Closer to a cult than anything. I don’t tolerate trying to be ‘brought back into the fold’ any more than another person would like getting kicked in the stomach. Many years of psychological abuse from the church, and family members within it (*shifty eyes* Lookin’ at you..dad.) have left me with low self esteem, a stutter, and social complex. Depression is also an ongoing battle for me.
I could put a lot of blame out there, in regards to the depression… but I won’t. Let’s just say that it’s a ton of negative reinforcement, and it hurts. I attempted suicide in the beginning of May 2006. A long series of events led up to that, most of which I have resolved or come to terms with. Fear not, it won’t happen again!
Woah, way to get sidetracked. Back to my views on random stuff. Deities and Demigods (Ahaha, borrowed the name of a D&D book!)
There may or may not be deities out there.. I’m more inclined to believe in a lesser pantheon, or a more polytheistic view. One deity who created everything..doesn’t really make sense to me. I’m more akin to the belief that there are spirits out there.. or greater essences. Within nature, within ourselves, etcetera. When we die, our essence joins with the greater essence, until we’re reborn, or molded into a different function.
It’s more of a paganistic belief structure.. but it works. It makes sense for me. I’m going to try to live my life how I see fit, moldy old bibles be damned.
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I consider myself very chivalrous. I put others ahead of myself, even to a fault. Sometimes it works out, more often than not, I fall into the role of friend, or best friend (in some cases). Online quizzes often characterize me as “Eternally the best friend”. Can’t really fault them either. As of this writing, I’m single and have been for some time now. I’m on pretty good terms with my most prominent ex’s.
Granted, it was an internet relationship. Not to de-appreciate those, in any way.. It just lends itself to intense emotional closeness, which distance tends to .. Bah, there’s no way to describe it. It hurts, not being able to be around the person you adore. You really don’t know if you can connect, in a real life situation. It’s easier to express yourself in text than it is in person.
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That isn’t to say I don’t value them any less than real life relationships. In fact, my best friends are some people I’ve never met. To this day, my closest friends are ones that started on the internet. They’ve seen me at my best, and at my worst, and still call me a friend. My hats off to them, they’re truly giants among men.
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