I'm just a weirdo who writes weird stories about guys getting hit in the funnies, and girls laying super painful eggs, the latter probably as a result of trying to process the trauma of the realization that such horrific pain should be considered a natural part of the cycle of life. Don't expect to be much long for this world, but writing what I write while I'm here.

If my Soul Mate were to exist, she'd probably be blond with glasses, living in a coastal town of Northern Europe. She'd love the snow, and Ice Skating, and especially Christmas. I'm guessing she was born in 1997, a year after I was, and had close memories of watching Lion King 2 growing up, or something. Kiara and Kovu touches close to my childhood, and it seems like a bit of nostalgia we'd probably share together.

She would never cuss, because Bad Words serve no real purpose except to be "Bad" and all people have the intrinsic right to be good, for no other reason than just the sake of it.

All life has value, regaurdless of race, species, country you're from, whether you've been born yet or not. Even people who are truly terrible may not have chosen this path for themselves, maybe they were born that way, brought up by society to be the way they are, or got turned around trying to navigate the uncertainty of life.

Creative, loves to have fun, probably artistic with a leaning toward the kawaii and elegant. I'd love to spend time with her, telling stories and creating fantastical worlds together.

Loves going to the Mall, and probably into fashion on some level. I'm not the biggest fan of Paris, it's alright, but I can see her liking it there.

Hopefully my Soul Mate thinks it's funny when males get hurt in the embarassing place, but perhaps is too self-conscious or modest to admit it, but it's okay, it's funny, and what better way to celebrate the differences between you and your partner, than to share together the humorous ways only he can get ouched.

I always hoped she would somehow come across one of my stories, and have something to say, and then we could start talking, but that has yet to happen :(

Honestly, I don't really want to have children, because I can't handle the thought of her having to go through the torture of childbirth. I may have a thing for it when it comes to my fictional characters, but that doesn't mean I want the one I love most to go through it. I am open to adoption though.

Perhaps I'm just delusional, but somehow it just feels right. Maybe it's crazy to care so much for someone you haven't met, but people who exist will exist whether you have met them or not. If she does exist, then she deserves just as much to be valued as if I had already known her, because her worth is not determined by whether I know her, but simply due to the fact she exists; there are no other fish in the sea, just as you can't replace yourself from your life, neither can you replace the one who you value most.

I feel like I needed to put another thought here, but I forgot what it was, maybe I'll remember later.

It's not for me to decide who anyone else is, I just want someone to whom I can connect to, and who better to connect to than the one you connect to most.

Music video I made in while I was in college for my Soul Mate: https://youtu.be/aXKG947_3BI?si=QBTzpVcUIZK0RM4j