About Christopher

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My name is Christopher.

Some say that I’m a man of few words. I think it’s just that I’ve never had an interest in small talk.

Dig it.

I’m an artist. I’m a writer. I’m a designer. I’ve a bachelor’s from Kennesaw State University, majored in Interdisciplinary Studies: Photography and Creative Writing. I have a computer science certification, but I plastered the inside of my cubicle with pictures of David Hasselhoff and they asked me not to come back. I am engaging, introspective, genuine, and revealing in intimate conversation, but friendly and well humored in groups. There are many different facets to my personality.

There is some irony, perhaps hypocrisy, in that I seek out people who are genuine, and it is only to those people that I show myself. In my heart there is light and there is shadow – in equal measure; I collect fortune cookies. I’m one of those people that learns how to do things pretty easily and quickly. I’ve always been talented at academics, sports, and getting insight into people, but I also have a terrible memory. You shouldn’t be surprised if I forget what I’m talking about in the middle of

I look like Fred Flintstone?

The greatest deterrent to satisfaction and contentment in my life is remembering that the tribulations of my life are illusions. It is too easy to spend an entire life devoted to the accumulation of wealth and status. The world is so old and we have such preciously little time to be here. It is the most simple moments that contribute to a beautiful life.

There are times when I feel like I would be better off alone and put away the search for love. I am haunted by too many relationships that have made me feel ugly either in the flesh or in the heart. Yet, I can think of nothing that would do more to make me feel some amount of peace and calm in life than to love a woman who loves me in return.

A living thing can be replaced with another, but a life, once extinguished, is gone from the universe forever; and so, there is evil in making war where there could be peace instead. However, to be unable to make war when evil visits upon those you love is another kind of evil – the sort of which a man can never forget.

We have an enormous world full of people and places. There is no limit to the number of accomplishments a person can achieve in their life, and yet for all the things we can have and all of the things we can do, our entire world is only an echo in the night sky of some other. All I really want is to, at the end of my life, sit down with an true friend, a chuckle, and say, “Good times.”

… I could also deal with some Sour Gummi Bears.

I am not the movies you have seen nor the magazines you have read, but rather that I am more than the sum of my wit, my flaws, my ambitions, and this imperfect fiction.