Trying Again

Haha, ok, so here we go again. My name's Greg and I enjoy being a walking contradiction. What do I mean by that?

I am a certifiable pacifist that is well-trained on various forms of military weaponry.

I absolutely love to be active and play sports, but have a damn hard time getting my ass off the couch.

I am extraordinarily uncomfortable when I don't have work to do, but when I am working, I look forward to being able to rest.

I am a homebody (astrologically a Cancer, if that's your bag), but I constantly force myself into foreign situations.

I am a die-hard social liberal, and a hard-nosed economic conservative.

I absolutely love fine wine, food, and beer, but am uncomfortable around other forms of luxury.

I will find a menu item that I absolutely love, and then order something different each time I return.

I love my family and my beautiful girlfriend, but I jumped at the opportunity to move to the other side of the world from them.

So where does all of this leave me? I guess when you boil it down, I'm a 23 year old guy who loves nothing more than learning, teaching, exploring, guiding, and attempting to influence the world around me.

Yes, I have delusions of grandeur. I have that incorrigible notion that I have something to offer to the world, if I can just figure out what it is. I am driven by motivations that seem conflictingly selfish and magnanimous.

But, in the end, I'm just a silly guy who enjoys the sensual lingering of a nice glass of red wine, the slap of a baseball against the leather of the glove, the cool shadow felt when you hold your hand in front of your face after watching a campfire for hours, and the thrill of watching someone you taught succeed.