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47% the intellectual ––  the intellectual is the ultimate dinner party guest. engaging questions & thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

intellectuals at a glance.

archetype family :  thinking other expressions :  professional, student, scholar, judge. life journey :  to pursue knowledge for the sake of discovering truth in all areas of life. unique challenge :  to recognize when i’ve locked myself into a line of thinking based on my education or experience; to remain open to new ideas. lesson :  learn to listen to my gut, & to discern the differences between reason & truth. defining grace :  wisdom. challenge to self :  i will avoid paralysis by analysis.

kasee: write about it in the press for all i care

kasee: i'll eat dinner later

kasee: pls

kasee: are you near the kitchen

kasee: will you bring a granola bar to the roof

kasee: i'm suffering

alec: JUST a granola bar?

73. do you want to get married?

“no, not really. i’m not against the idea of marriage, but… i’d have to really be in love with someone before ever wanting to commit like that, you know? even then i don’t know if i’d be able to trust it. there was once a time where everyone used to think my parents were the real deal & look what happened there. i like marriage, kids, the whole white picket fence & apple pie kind of life as a concept. but i don’t know if it’ll ever be for me.”

77. do you miss anyone right now? 

“i miss my parents. we’re all very busy & outside of birthdays & work events or holidays, we never really see each other. we can’t make the time for it. they seem more like strangers these days. there’s others, too. but i don’t talk to them anymore– no, i should rephrase that. they don’t want to talk to me. & i don’t blame them. i don’t have the right to miss them. i’m the reason i was cut out of their lives in the first place.”

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?

45. how many kids do you want?

“i always liked the idea of having a big family. not exactly some cheaper by the dozen type of situation, but maybe two or three rascals running around. i had a small family growing up & i’d have given anything for a brother or sister. so if there’s ever a time when i do have kids– yeah, i’d like more than one.” 

50. what was the last text you sent?

“it was to let my boss know i finished the main article covering the factory. he was getting on my ass about submitting it as soon as i could after the re-opening, but, uh… you could say i got caught up in a thing or two. & maybe i wanted to make him wait. i’m not going to work hard for something that’ll barely resemble my work once it’s gone through editing.”

55. what is your dream job?

10. how would you describe your style?

“i like to think my sense of style draws some inspiration from the classier end of the spectrum. i’ve had a lot of good influences over the years, after all. but there are times when it’s hard to see it as anything other than the closet of an old man. i prefer clothes i can breathe in, so i’m something of a comfort over couture kind of guy. but it’s fashionable nonetheless.” 

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?

“i’ve broken a lot of people’s trust over the years. it’s, uh, ruined a handful of relationships in my time. sometimes it’s not intentional, & others… well, other times it’d leave people with every reason to believe that i’ll get what i deserve someday. but if you ask me, personally, the worst thing i’ve done is over fed a friend’s goldfish & replaced it with a new one without ever telling them–  that was pretty harsh.”

44. what is your biggest fear?

settling into the bed, nell watched intently as he sipped the mug. a smile fell on her face when he reacted to the taste of the vodka, settling back into the bed and taking the mug from him. she opened her mouth to tell him exactly what was in the mug - more alcohol than coffee, just the way she liked it - but shut it when he changed his mind, shrugging. “since two-ish, maybe three? i don’t know, i didn’t look at the time.” she never meant to come to the factory like that, it just happened. a lack of places to be and an endless desire for socialization left her wandering the streets until she ended up there. “were you here alone all night?”

"i guess that depends on your definition of alone.” in a way, alec was never alone. he was always around someone, always involved with something new. it could be a project, a person ( & occasionally the latter ), but there were seldom a time when he was ever truly alone. “i was having drinks with a couple of guys, more people joined in... we were just running with it, you know?” he gestured to the spot she was getting comfortable in with a wave of his hand, trying hard not to stifle a laugh. “but if you’re asking if i was with someone, i couldn’t tell you.”

she shrugged, “sometimes it rains.” she responded to his remark about sunshine. she looked at him, he was definitely still feeling the effects of something but she’d indulge him. “i use my time to really look, at other things.” she responded honestly, but she didn’t to spill her guts for some stranger, that was for sure. “well, good for you.” she said sincerely, but with a bit of bite. habit, really.

"you know what they say... to each their own.” he sunk down into the bed, doing himself the favor of getting comfortable in spite of the pounding headache keeping him up. alec sighed  &  began patting around his jean pockets, only to pull out a half empty pack of cigarettes.  even when he was wasted, that was the one thing he could count on never losing. the craving for nicotine seemingly came exclusively when he was sober.  “you want one, little miss sunshine?” alec called out, extending the packet out toward her.