Hello, Welcome to my profile. First of all, I often succeed. And second of all, I frequently fail. I've had swings of good and bad luck going on through the whole of my life. However (and here's the big however), I, the offbeat and aloof, of brotherly love and general good will, posse just the quality to keep me from scratching in the dust for years until my luck returns. I am a lucid visionary whose very detachment, although at times maddening, saves me. I never get too emotionally attached to good fortune. Something tells me that the only thing permanent about life is change. I know better than to invest my soul in any one of my myriad projects and plans, be they emotional, artistic or purely mercantile. I understand the ephemeral nature of happiness. Oh, I will bolster a bit when times are good and complain a bit when the chips are down. But something always belies my resignation. Somethinging tells me that I never believed in that eternal bliss baloney in the first place. Not that I am a blas'e shrugger of the shoulders. Far from it. I am generally of cheerful demeanor, and personify enthusiasm and involvement. But look a little deeper. My scars are cleverly hidden under natty dressing habits and a smart wardrobe of accessories. My disenchantment may be camouflaged by a cushion of glorious pink roses, but it's still there. My love of appearance is at war here with my sense of what is right. Trouble is, I am stubborn and won't give up my craving for exterior signs of success. Remember that I revel in the external and are not particularly driven by the search for emotional truth or understanding. I just want to get on with it. Poor old lucid, Boy Scout, clairvoyant me hasn't a chance in the skin of the conservative in and show-offy me. When I push the brotherhood button, narrow-minded me comes blustering up to warn, "Are you crazy? Don't let those oddballs in here. Before you know it the place will be crawling with religious fanatics and hippies!" Slam! So much for my altruism. What happens finally is that I call a truce with the feisty, bossy side of my nature and try to be satisfied with enlightening each successsive effort at success with a certain humanistic quality. Both sides of my character are candid and frank. I have the gift of gab and will know how to put it to good use. I fall victim only to myself in life. I know my faults, as I am lucid and aware. But I can become neurotic if I won't face facts. And facing facts is not my talent. I like the sugar pill, brighten the tarnished image and even go so far as to pretend that what exists for everybody else patently and openly doesn't pertain to me. Am I saying that I am a bit of a trickster? Do I lie to myself for my own peace of mind? Yes. Precisely. I dissimulate truth to protect myself. I may twist the law ever so slightly, or only manipulate a rule once in awhile. But the demon temptation is always there. I am cavalier about truth, and bend it to fit my needs. I am somewhat old-fashioned and tradition-loving. I am pulled at all the time by society and custom. I am tormented by a mixture of guilt and fibs. I'm tricky and ruseful but I don't want anybody to notice-least of all myself. I appear so fantabulous that one may imagine me engaged to marry some marvelous, exciting creature, the envy of my less adventurous friends. But don't be fooled. I will never allow myself to be dragged into affairs unless those same affairs bring me some emotional, financial, professional or even spiritual gain. I would like to be taken care of at home so I can go out and boss the world and make scads of money. I am attractive for sure, and take excellent care of my physique.lol

and us? (Looking for: Long Term.)more to come.