Some days, I feel like Schrodinger’s Cat. Not quite sure if I’m dead or alive.
Then there are days I wonder who I really am. Perhaps I’m just a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?
Other times I just feel like Pavlov’s Dog: conditioned by society to desire more, which never is enough. In the end, all I get are unfulfilled desires, salivating at the possibilities, depressed with the realities.
I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ/INTJ (55/45?) in the MBTI.