I like things a very specific, annoying way. Certain things have to be arranged in the most logical order according to my preferences and one of these things, is the way my books, magazines, and really any printed object is treated. I’m not necessarily a neat person, though. I don’t use binders because they are annoying and time consuming plus I hate having to find a hole puncher, and I usually just end up using the rings to rip holes in the paper anyways. My desk is a disaster zone (and probably a fire hazard) with post-it notes stuck to the edge of my monitor, the wall covered with papers and a calendar that is still on January…of 2014, not to mention its weird occupants including a plastic Darth Vader with a Mockingjay pin and a (FAKE) severed head in a bucket from an old project.What was I talking about? Oh right, books. Books are one of the few things, I spend a significant amount of time caring for.
Throughout my life, my parents have always emphasized tolerance of other people and their opinions, no matter how strongly you feel about the topic or their personal opinion. One of these controversial topics has always been the treatment of animals, both wild and domestic. Growing up and even now, I’ve always been surrounded by various critters of all shapes and sizes including fish, reptiles, amphibians, dogs, cats, and small rodents. Therefore, I tend to lean toward the side of defending and advocating the rights and kind treatment of animals but in a way that hopefully provides people with new knowledge rather than make them feel defensive or ignored.