Well it finally happened.
I can't really put a simple reason on why I don't like to share my thoughts or deep personal feelings or emotions, maybe it's been conditioned into me since I grew up in a household full of alpha personality types that garnish the attention and are able to stand out in the crowd. Me I just sort of just went with the flow of things. Never seemed to desire to be understood or want to stand out or be Mr. Badass or some kind of personality that has its own name. Mysterious and observant have been two things that I have been called by others, both family and friends/people I have known. Until now. Hell I figure now is good a time as ever to start opening up more and to just say how I feel and tell it how I see it. *Disclaimer, this is not a political forum (I don't really like the political world) and not a place to convince someone to see things the way I see it. Like I said before, this is just me talking one way and no feedback.
Anywho for the "journal" aspect of this blog-which thinking of a title was hilarious, trying to be stupid and funny-I guess I better start with the basics and just talk about Me.
Full Name: Ian Patrick Hansen
Birthdate: 01/15/1991
Age: 24
Parents: Ira and Alexis Hansen
Siblings: A village
Physical:
Standing at 5'9 and 150 pounds, I started losing my hair at about 17 years old in my junior year of high school (thanks genetics). Now I embrace the receding hairline and have more of the military look even though I have no military experience. My hair use to be "surfer dude" and it would turn super if not platinum blonde in the summer time (many kids thought I dyed my hair because my hair was almost white looking yet my eyebrows stayed pretty dark). Never been a very macho looking muscular guy, teenage years were mostly skinny but as of late I've gotten tire of feeling weak physically and have started to gain some weight and actually try to improve my health and physique (both for myself and for looks). Bluish eyes, my ears have always had these points to them, I use to think I was an elf as a little boy, when actually they are just cartilage deposits. My left arm, the infamous broken one, bows out awkwardly since I was a young kid due to a bone marrow issue in my humerus bone (not humorous at all) and so I spent a few years in a cast and ultimately my arm now has a slight bowing effect in comparison with my right arm. Other than that, nothing special.
Personality:
Watching home movies I saw that I was just a little average all American boy. I had this raspy voice at about three years old, most the time in diapers as a kid "playing in the pig pen with the pigs" and always on the run according to my older siblings and parents who had frequent "Ian alerts" when I would disappear for a time since we lived on a ranch in the middle of the desert outside of Sparks, NV. As I got older I was just a goof in the making, shy, but still liked to be funny. Had an affinity for Calvin and Hobbes comics (The cartoons on this blog page) and the Simpsons. Homer Simpson had an effect on me. Yet with all my "white trash" like love for the Simpson I always liked school and took my school work very seriously. I remember a birthday, maybe like my 9th I think, my mom got me roller blades and I opened them and liked them but I remembered I had homework due the next day so I quickly put them down and ran over to the dining room table to start my homework. Got into trouble of course too-mischievous with the help of cousins usually. Set a hay bail on fire (famous story), got sent to work crew with the juvenile delinquents (age 12) for vandalizing a construction site, and got chased by the cops in Vegas for excess firecracker fun we will call it (age 15). High school I made a shift I remember looking back. I had bad acne for awhile which wasn't unusual for most guys. I never really excelled in athletics like I wanted to, I liked to play sports but then, maybe because of my early teenage years I was in a cast while all the other guys and girls developed their physical and athletic talents I had to wait. But I still played track, soccer, and tennis (love to this day tennis). I just always felt more timid and unsure of myself throughout high school in the social setting and sports world. Blah, blah, blah. However I still took advantage of my academics and took them seriously-one because I was from the Hansen family which left an impression on the Bishop Manogue community; and two because I wanted to go to a good college to get the hell out of Reno. Never had any solid friends in high school so it was hard at times but overall I did decent with high school. Don't miss it, but don't hate it. College years allowed me to be free and see who Ian was. Still a goof and slight pessimist at time (still working on improving this), I just loved to travel in these years. I loved to meet people and hear their stories and to learn in ways that weren't just in the classroom setting. I loved the idea of gaining experience and still do. Hawaii was a time for me where I was super (that's an understatement) lucky in living there and meeting the people I did and doing the things I did. I like to think I am a humble person, and I think that with living in a beautiful place like Hawaii and being in such a diverse student population it showed me that people from all around the world have stories and amazing things about them. Loneliness hit at times too because I never could quite have a steady friendship. So while I was new and fresh to the adult world I had hopes and dreams for things, slowly life took its hits and sometimes it would harden my heart little by little. Vague I know. London, Hawaii, Houston, Thailand, etc. all gave me things that showed me how small I am in this world yet also provided me the beauty and uniqueness each and every human being has to them and by this effect I came to realize more and more that Ian, who I never really knew who he was, has his own uniqueness and goofiness and kindness in him. Anyways don't know how to wrap this section up so there ya go!
Interests:
Tennis, Travel, Food, Netflix (as of late House of Cards and Archer), London "call it my home away from home," Music, Summer, the Ocean, Health, Reading (either fiction or historical pieces-idk why but WWII history is something I have liked).
Favorite Movies: Blood Diamond, Bridesmaids, Zoolander, Braveheart, The Devil Wears Prada, and the Imitation Game
*This is starting to look like a Match.com profile as I look back and read this. Smh
Anyways my sister Rachel, while I was visiting her told me that I need to be a more vulnerable and open person because she feels like within this past year she has gotten to know the brother she has had but never knew who he was. Scary thought....so I don't want to die and think that my memory in people's minds will never be a clear understanding of who I am/was. Well good incentive I guess to start a damn blog, which comes with many cliches and expectations (thanks Pintrest and Mormon mothers), but really I do want to also record fun times I have and thoughts and experiences I have had. I love to be able to look back and see where I was or how I was feeling or what my thought process was. Rachel, my oldest sister, and I were talking about one of her daughters and what she was like as a baby and for the life of me I couldn't conjure up any specifics about her and it upset me. Luckily my sister has had a blog, pretty good one too, for the past like 9-10 years I think and it's awesome because you literally can go back and pinpoint certain times and there are well documented pictures and memories forever. I loved it so I figured with my stupid self and pathetic single, student, broke a$$ self, I better start before I miss these times whether they are good or bad.
All these things sum up into one dumb line=Me Myself And The Fool= Ian
Better sit down for this one folks............
Oh here is a cheesy but good quote on Vulnerability
Dawwwwww.......fortune favors the bold am I right?
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