Alastair Plymouth

I guess I could write a book just on me. Maybe I'll do a biography or release a memoir one day. I'm in a time of my life where nothing seems to be concrete, final, certain. I'm transitioning from young, naive, innocent high-schooler to something else entirely. Its a transition that I know I'll come to look back on with fondness, but right now, I'd rather be back in Mrs. Hall's junior English class reading the Crucible. All that to say: if anything following this nice little bit of intro seems totally unorganized and sporadic, I'll spare you the trouble and say that that is absolutely correct.

I like to think of myself as a complicated person. My thoughts never seem to occupy a single thing at any given time, except when it relates to introspection or my writing. Sometimes work. Maybe school. Myers-Briggs tells me I'm an INFP. I'm not going to debate the science behind these tests here; what I will say is its scary accurate.

Right now, I'd call myself an agnostic. I've fallen out of any form of faith at the moment. Its something I think I'll come to in the near future. I'm also not straight. Gay, maybe, or somewhere on the blue end of the bisexual spectrum. I have a particular fondness towards the word "androphile." I think I'll use that descriptor.

I can trace my ancestry about as far back as Bolton-upon-Swale in England and Castelfranci in Italy. Impressive huh? About 500 (estimate) other individuals can say the same thing, statistically speaking. Anyway, its my dream to visit these places, among the plethora of others pinned on a world map in my bedroom.

I currently find myself stuck in the commonly-misspelled capital city of the Tarheel state. That's Raleigh, North Carolina, for those of you unsure. I attend the local community college there, hopefully to find myself and get a degree in Anthropology or Sociology. I work with a fantastic group of people, a group far better than the establishment at which we have misfortune to be working. Like the rest of my generation, I'm left with little in this uncertain, hostile world but a laptop, Microsoft office, a pen, paper, Netflix, and a perpetually stressed mind to defend myself. Welcome to the front line. Watch your head.