It has never surprised me that my fellow men may question my mysterious character. Since I am a man of few words, the things that I do and say may often be misunderstood. It does surprise me that it has taken 21 years to realize that my meekness has made me an awkward individual (in my opinion). I guess that is one of the norms of life, you learn about yourself and what others think of you. Here is a little about what I do know about me.
I’m quiet, but I do enjoy socializing with others. One of my goals in life is to become a front man for a brutal death metal band. How is that for quiet? Performing in front of a crowd is easy for me since I wouldn’t need to personally know my audience. Expressing my self through technical rhythm is my fancy. It must be the metal break down that erases my line of comfort and helps me to take risk. I know there is a rock star part of me waiting to be unleashed. I can imagine myself playing solo guitar or growling lead vocals. I can envision me controlling the crowd’s energy through the use of brutal pinch harmonics and blast beats. I know my dream of touching the metal scene is un-realistic for today, but until I blossom out of this written text and into real life, I will practice this leashed part of me in the class room.
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