Once upon a time, there was a boy. He had a good life with a good, supportive family. He did what society expected of him. He paid attention in school. He got good grades, and he went to college. But he never really could answer one question, at least not in the way any guidance counselor wanted him to.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Comfortable.

So he graduated college with a degree, and found a job. Again, doing what society expected. It wasn’t long before it became apparent that the job he’d found was not the career he was meant for. He hadn’t found the path he was meant to walk. Perhaps it was time to circle back, take some more classes and find a new path.

But still, what did he want to be when he grew up?

Comfortable.

That’s when the randomness of life intervened. His little brother was in a car accident that left him paralyzed. This boy, now a young man, moved back home to take care of his family. To live at home and work a job nearby.

Now this young man is a middle-aged man, still living with his family. Still taking care of his little brother. But he has started to realize that though he lives in a household with three other people that love and support him, he still feels lonely. There is something missing. Someone missing.

There is obviously more to this story. There’s more to me. Like anyone, I have likes, hobbies and dreams. If you can’t tell, I’m a bit odd at times. I’m more than a bit nerdy. If you want a more conventional personal with that kind of information, you can check my profile.

Physically, I’m ginger, which seems to be a bit polarizing for people (how am I supposed to know if I have a soul if the internet won’t make up its mind?). I’m a bit rotund. I’m 6’0, 350 pounds. But I am working on my weight. I know that’s what everyone says, but 2 and half years ago, that number was 500, so yes, I’m working on it.

There’s more story left to write. There’s a lot I haven’t done. I haven’t experienced. I’d like to travel more. Or at least some. I do have my responsibilities at home to think of. As generic as it sounds, I’d like to try some new things. But most importantly, I want to share this story with someone.

If this at all interests you, DM me. There’s no harm in chatting to see if there’s a connection. Maybe we can have a wonderful, comfortable life together.