Okay, about myself then. The first thing about me is that I don't really like talking about me. I've got a few hobbies that I enjoy, but am not necessarily good at. I love bowling, playing the piano, reading, not writing, and I like learning about new things. I don't always like the new things, but I will try almost anything once. For example, I once tried a pickled unripened mango. Never again will I do that!
My official name is Christian Thomas Farmer. I was named Christian after my great great-grandfather Niels Christian Frans Simonsen, who came to the United States from Denmark during the latter half of the 1800s. My middle name comes from my dad Thomas Farmer. And the last name-well, yes, the last name also comes from my dad, who received it from his dad, and he from his dad...going back for many a year.
I've garnered a few nicknames over the years, most of which I like, a couple of which I don't. For example, the nickname Chris comes readily for my name. I really don't like that nickname however, and many times find myself telling people "Don't call me that" with a stern look on my face, which probably makes me look almost like a jerk. However, I severely dislike the name, and only let close members of my family call me that. Some of my more favorite nicknames are: CT, Muslim, Buddhist, Dimples, Organic Database, Granjero, Sebastian, Fazendeiro, Farmer, Farmboy, and Barth or Bartholomew. Some of them have some stories behind them, most of them are just twists and variations on my official legal name. One more nickname I don't like was Small Wonder. There was a boring eighties show called Small Wonder, and until I was about 17 I was the spitting image of the character Jamie. One of my friends would stop people in the hall in high school, look at me, and ask the person, "Jamie from Small Wonder?" The person would nod their head and say, "Oh yeah! Holy cow!" and thus that nickname was perpetuated. As for Sebastian, there was a girl in high school who thought my name was Sebastian. I was really quiet, EXTREMELY quiet back in high school, so I just let her call me that for three days. Finally somebody else told her that it wasn't my name.
I used to be really quiet in high school. Not so much these days-I can actually be really friendly and outgoing, depending on the mood I'm in. One problem is that I don't really speak very well-especially if I'm tired. If I get tired, I start mumbling, and mixing up word order, when the sentence makes perfect sense in my own head. I don't really mind this so much-I'm used to the fact that it happens, and quite frankly, there's nothing I can do to change it. I do become rather frustrated though when people feel the need to repeatedly point this flaw out to me as if I weren't aware of it and as if it were something I can control completely. I try my best to talk well, but it just doesn't always work. Oh well-you live and you learn! I am actually decently fast with typing, so I prefer to chat with someone online usually rather than talk in person. And as far as talking on the phone-I've learned to hate it. I had a volunteer position in our local church congregation where I needed to call people on the phone. Sometimes quite a lot of people in order to accomplish the task. I soon got in the habit of cutting the conversations as short as possible, and sticking strictly to business so I could cut the time down. Because of this, I now treat just about every phone conversation this way. Anyways, that's my philosphy on conversing by phone, oral speech, and communicating via computers.
One of my weirder theories:
the STUPID GENE
