I've lurked on Literotica for a decade and a half, and submitted some embarrassingly bad stories under a different user name many, many years ago. So... I'm an engineer. I take minor pride in being a nerd. I love what I do in theory, although I currently loathe my job. I've had jobs that I love in the past. It's a key part of who I am. Anybody who tells you work doesn't matter... well, that's only true to an extent. What you 'do' is a key part of how you fit into the world, but that doesn't have to be the only part of it, or even the biggest. I'm a husband and father. I love my wife dearly. She's wonderful, even those times when she's not. My kids come with their own challenges. I love them dearly, too, and it breaks my heart that one day they will hate me. I hope it is temporary. I moved from the North to the southern US. I had many misconceptions about the South, and have found the people here to be very welcoming. People bug me. I like being around others, but I think I'm a loner. And really, I'm ok with that. I wish I had realized it was ok when I was a teenager and young adult. to be alone, to rely on yourself emotionally sometimes. I am fascinated by fantasy and memory. They inform one another, I think. Especially as it applies to sex. Really, any fantasy you have is informed by memory somehow, and frequently fantasy and memory arrive during the act, often unbidden. I think kindness is vastly underrated. The ability to be considerate for others when you expect nothing in return is one of the most important qualities a person can have. Life is made of tiny moments. Big moments are all well and good, but the tiny ones are what really counts, what memories are made of. | 
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