Loves

I really, really love the sun. Not in a casual, "nice weather today" way — in a I would move cities for better sunlight way. And I have. San Diego happened because of the sun. The sun represents everything I want to be: warm, consistent, life-giving. When I'm having a bad day, sunlight fixes it. Not metaphorically. Literally. Vitamin D is the most underrated drug on earth.

This is not a casual food preference. This is a lifestyle. I have strong, documented opinions about crust-to-sauce ratios, the optimal fold technique, and why New York-style is objectively superior. I have literally taken flights for pizza. The deep dish debate in Chicago is fun but I know where I stand. A perfect slice is proof that simple things can be transcendent.

The dream is to travel the world visiting comedy rooms. The Comedy Cellar in New York. The Store in LA. Edinburgh Fringe. Wherever people are trying to make strangers laugh in a dark room. Comedy is the most honest art form — you can't fake whether something is funny. I want to write my own set one day. Not for a career. For the story.

In every new city, I hunt for the jazz bar. The kind of place where the lighting is amber and low, the band is three people who've played together for twenty years, and nobody is looking at their phone. Jazz is the sound of people listening to each other in real time. That's rare. I collect these bars the way some people collect stamps.

There's a specific kind of night that only happens at Celtic Crossings. Guinness in hand, friends around, nowhere to be tomorrow, and the kind of conversation that starts at 9pm and ends when someone checks the time and it's 2am. These nights become the stories. Not the planned ones. The ones that just... happen.

I cry at weddings. Before the bride does, usually. There's something about the raw, unfiltered love in that room — the vows, the first dance, the parents watching their kid become someone's person. Weddings are the purest concentration of human emotion you can walk into. Indian weddings, American weddings, doesn't matter. The love is the same. I would genuinely attend a stranger's wedding and have the time of my life.

The idea of being able to just fly somewhere — not commercially, not waiting in a TSA line, but actually flying yourself — is the ultimate freedom. A Cessna, a runway, and a direction. That's the dream. Until then: aisle seat, always. 12+ credit cards making sure I never pay for the ticket.

I want to be part of a space company. I want to actually go to space. Not as a tourist gimmick — as someone who contributed to getting us there. The overview effect is real and I think seeing Earth from above changes how you treat everything on it. This is the long game. The decade-scale bet.

I just love penguins. It's irrational, it's deep, and it's been going on for as long as I can remember. They're ridiculous and committed to it. They waddle. They slide on their bellies. They mate for life. They look like they're wearing tiny tuxedos to an event they're perpetually late for. Antarctica is on the bucket list, primarily for the penguins.

Cincinnati Bengals and Joe Burrow. The highs are cosmic. The lows are geological. Being a Bengals fan is a personality trait at this point. The Super Bowl run in 2022 took years off my life and I'd do it again tomorrow. WHO DEY is not just a chant — it's a lifestyle of choosing hope over evidence.

I write to understand. Human psychology, behavior patterns, the gap between who we think we are and who we actually are at 2am. The Observation Deck is where I think out loud. Every essay starts as a question I can't stop turning over — and ends as something I hope makes someone else feel seen.

We were put here to socialize. To love and be loved. The internet didn't make us lonely — it made the world smaller. My closest friends are scattered across time zones and that's not a loss, it's an upgrade. Every person I meet is a potential story. Every conversation is a potential crease in the paper.