I do believe that it was our good friend, Davinci who referred to the stars as the "forget-me-nots of the angels".

This thought has rolled around in my mind for quite some time now.

My Grandfather used to refer to his children, my aunts and uncles as his little angels...is there a deeper meaning in this?

One thought is that my parents are my grandparent's angels, and this makes my siblings and me the stars. Wouldn't it be great if all people my age referred to themselves as stars? Personally, i find that to be a rather cheerful thought.

Please, excuse me if you find my way of introducing myself as odd. I just thought that the point of an introduction was to let someone learn a little about yourself so that the relationship can go the rite way. And then there's always that old saying about first impressions. Supposedly, there are no second chances, in case you haven't heard. And if there's one impression i want to make on you all here tonight, it's that i am a very different person in how i act and how i think.

I rather dreaded typing that last sentence. Not that i hate getting to the point, it's more that i don't like referring to myself as "different". As a matter of fact, i like to make up my own descriptions of my singled out personality. For example: I will refer to myself as "Pleasantly Preposterous" , or "Interestingly Odd". Sometimes when people insult me, i correct them using these phrases as if i was a teacher and they had just spoken a horrible grammar error.

I don't say much in real life. I'm surrounded by people. They are happy. And so am i. I just...don't say much.

Buddha once said: "Notice how the tree grows in silence, the water runs in silence, and the stars shoot across the sky in utter and complete silence. I see now that we need silence for our very souls to breath."

Or something like that.

Anyway, i find peace in knowing that i'm happy without talking. When i was younger, i passed IQ tests with flying colors but, i just didn't want to talk. So...i didn't. And when my parents are asked if i'm handicapped because they've noticed i don't talk, they simply respond. "No, he's smart. Just silent." So...i'll be your friend. And i'll listen to you talk. But don't expect much out of me. I'm a listener, and good at it. I'll speak when i have to. But other than the rare word or two, it's pretty unheard of.

I'm a rather large guy. Not fat, my gastric bypass took care of that. I'm broad at the shoulder and thin at the waist. I have black curly hair i let grow long and dark brown eyes that, for some reason, turn black in the winter.

I'm not sure why i told you that, i suppose that's what a lot of people notice first about others so i decided to give those who still care about looks what they wanted.

To be honest...looks aren't nearly as significant as eye contact. Not the color of the eye, nor the dye in the hair that covers one of said eyes, but the contact of mine with yours. In one look, in a single glance into these windows in your skull i can see your pain. Your pleasure. Your wins, and losses. And believe me when i say that i care.

People like me don't live for ourselves, but for others. We have found love within ourselves FOR ourselves, and now we are simply here to help you do the same.

A boyfriend would be nice. But i'm in no hurry to rush into THAT fire fight.

I'll leave you all with a quote of someone i truly care about.

"If you are trying to do life by yourself, then stop. You're doing it all wrong. If we were meant to do this by ourselves, humans would be asexual."