I’m unconventional because I’m incredibly distant and contradictory. How that compares to the rest of the world, I don’t know yet, but I know that as far as my peers go, I don’t relate to more than a handful of them:
My political and philosophical views are essentially the same thing, which is a naive variation of Dharmic philosophy. I’ve yet to go into any further depth than “Life is Suffering” and basic meditation, though.
I have an affinity for random facts, and love obscure references to anything, so long as I recognize them.
I don’t believe in logic, but at the same time realize its necessity at times for the world we live in now. Certain things have got to be done in certain ways, and that’s just how it is. There’s nothing left to do but accept it.
Older books, movies and music are my passion. Anything new is merely a variation of those, and I much prefer the source.
Sports bore me, along with any other form of competition. Any sort of competition strikes me as a microcosm to war, and I’m a pacifist.
Being in a romantic relationship bores me, of all the girls I’ve liked (now granted, that isn’t many since I’m still frightfully young) have bored me into disliking them before I’ve dated any. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t concern me much, yet. I blame the insecurity girls have as teenagers; once they get over that, it’ll be right as rain. But I could always get a girl like Marlon Brando had Maria Schneider in Last Tango In Paris…
I take most of my comfort from solitary conversation or forms of art such as books, movies, music, et cetera.
My interests go in shifts a lot. For a few days I’ll obsess over a book, then for a few days movies, then a few days music, then for a few days my own solitude, and it repeats in a cycle.
I would love to disappear. Not off the face of the planet or anything, but go out my door and leave, only to return several years later a completely changed man.
I read too deeply into everything. Nothing is simply as it is (except when it is, which isn’t often), but for each thing, it is always a different question. The why will matter in certain instances, the what in others, et cetera.
I have a total man-crush on Jim Morrison, despite thinking he was a complete asshole.
Mental disorders fascinate me. I want my own copy of the DSM and casebook, but can’t afford it, and the library’s copy only gets you so far before you need to return it.
I use my dictionary and thesaurus like crutches, so maybe one day I can verbally walk on my own.
Unconventionality is still, like most other things, out of my levels of true comprehension, as things will be for some time, until I become more world weary, but I do realize that compared to my peers I am unconventional.