As I tend to overdivulge, there likely isn't anything people don't know about me... then again, I am Mercen-X.

Quote Originally Posted by Jinx View Post
-I'm an only child only by circumstance.
I would have had an older sibling had my mom not been too young and afraid to carry the baby to term. A dream she had suggests it would have been a girl. My brother passed away in an accident when he was four years old.

I can sleep through most loud noises. Typically more insignificant sound effects will stir me.

I love the smell of hazelnut, but it serves no other purpose to me. I can't stand the smell of brown sugar.

At about 7, I lifted a four-pack of bottle Coke from a convenience store and immediately thought of myself as a hard-bitten criminal. lol

Whenever I suffer writer's block, I find a slightly open space in my apartment and pretend I'm in a fight using weapons and superpowers... regardless of whether the scene I'm writing even remotely involves battle or violence.

I can't learn foreign languages. I've tried to learn Spanish, Tagalog, German, Cantonese, and Japanese. I've even taken classes.

I've wanted to wear glasses since I was twelve years old. At 23, I was diagnosed with acute astigmatism or whatever, I wasn't paying attention. All I knew was that I needed glasses.

I am the absolute opposite of a punk.

I believe in God. However, contrary to what others think, I do not capitalize God because it seems blasphemous not to. I capitalize God when speaking of a singular entity because God is not a descriptive term but a NAME. *idiots* When I talk about a god, I do not capitalize the term because it is a descriptor.

I am a sinner, a blasphemer, and a sloth.

I am slow to change.

I love every member of my family. I just can't stand being around many of them.

I used to carry my flashdrive around with me because I was afraid my apartment would burst into flames while I was away. Now I've put much of the information from my flashdrive online so it doesn't really bother me as much now.

I have the strangest birthmark I've ever heard of. It appears as two holes on either side of my head on the cartilage of my ears. When I was a kid, I could squeeze excess white-blood cells out of them. It's always looked like my ears were simply pierced in an uncommon region.

I couldn't whisk eggs if I had a gun to my head. There are always these disgusting strands of mucus left in it. The last time I made French toast, I just did my best to pull all the sticky trout out and put it in another bowl.

I smurfing despise reality television. It didn't bother me when it was one or two shows. But now it's everywhere like some kind of plague.

I am a Satyr.

I don't have horns.

I can sometimes be shallow in the classical sense, but most times I'm shallow in another sense. That being I think less attractive people should be willing to socialize with me because I think no one else would bother with them. Yes. I'm that guy.

My day voice tends to transfer to my night voice when people are sleeping nearby (like the downstairs apartment) and I tend to get shushed.

I don't intend to die until I've had at least one child. I often say I don't intend to die until I've sold at least one story, but my kid could take care of that for me provided I ever have one.

I have an irrational fear that I'm sterile. It's so bad, I won't even go to the doctor to find out for sure.

I was a virgin until 23.

I took Shotokan when I was 17. What's higher, the blue belt or the green belt? I have them both.

I took Aikido in college. A girl I liked in that class ended up dating another student. So I dropped the class. (jk, extenuating circumstances)

When my mom's brother's family visits, we tend to laugh like hyenas, until their mom gets irritated by some physical anomaly. (cramps, etc.)

I used to eat two to three bowls of cereal in one sitting.