...a mad scientist, a pre-med student, a psychological party-bag, a writer and spoken-word poet, a former death metal vocalist, an apatheist and existentialist, an impish anarchist (a.k.a. chaotic neutral), a rabid daydreamer, a collector of experiences, and a lover of all things strange, obscure, and beautifully horrifying. 
...My name is Skyler: I'm impulsive, an insomniac, and I am bad for my health. 
--I'm an adrenaline-junkie. Danger excites me.
--I am a synesthete (one who experiences synesthesia).
--I am prone to making an awkward situation worse. Sometimes on purpose. >_> I occasionally conduct little social experiments. Mostly because I often find the "social contract" to be... absurd... and in the way. 
--I do not think babies are cute. To me, they are odd, disproportionate, fleshy machines of secretion. 
--I am easily amused, but I am also easily bored. I invite you to shock me. Let's have a discussion. Make me question reality. Make me wonder, make me imagine. Make me think. Oh, how I love to think! I think about thinking. I think about all the processes involved in order for me to even be capable of thinking. I think about all the different sides of me inside my mind, my subconscious, and all the versions of me throughout my lifespan and growth and development, and all the differing things we've thought, or have yet to think, or would be thinking at this very moment. I think about the possibilities of time vortexes, and other universes, where perhaps there are many other alternate-timeline versions of me, and I wonder what we might be thinking, and if we're ever thinking the same thought at exactly the same point in time... or if our thoughts have ever slipped through to each other and entered another version's mind, and if that's what the feeling of deja-vu is... Or if we do have knowledge of each other's existence, but the knowledge is too intense or dangerous to retain, and so we are forced to forget... 
--I love star-gazing. Looking up at the night sky and seeing all those stars will never cease to fascinate me, no matter how many times I see it... It still never seems "ordinary." 
--I've been told that I have so many issues; I am Freud's wet dream.
--By far the most often thing ever said to me is something along the lines of, "Anyone ever tell you, you're weird?" ...It gets old after a while.
--I identify as gender-fluid, or gender neutral (meaning I feel neither male or female) and sometimes androgynous (meaning I feel both male and female). While I do feel more "masculine" than "feminine," and have always been "one of the guys," I do not feel as if I fit into either box. I don't like boxes, it's dark in there. 
--I find death to be one of the most fascinating aspects of life. Why? Because, as far as I know, death is the only experience I cannot acquire and then live to keep and reflect on. The complete separation of mind and body, as you're breaking away from the flesh-- what must it feel like? Death is the last big jump into the abyss. It is the unknown. It is the final adventure. Death is what makes life meaningful; if life just went on and on forever, then nothing would matter because we'd have endless amounts of time to do anything we'd ever want to do. But the clock is ticking...
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