My name is Jess and I am the kind of person who must constantly theorise and question life and existance in order to remain sane. When my mind becomes tired of making up its own philosophies, theories, and reasons for my existance, (the beginning of time, the meaning of life, and the nature of death) I resort to reading books or articles about cosmic forces, the nature of the universe, evolution, the supernatural, phsycology, and subconscious thought (etc) for answers that I never seem to find.

Basically, the type of unfathomable, unlogical, and confusing concepts about why we are here - concepts which seem to cause endless theroetical arguments with NO conlusion - are what I thrive on. I am seriously considering studying philosophy or phsycology at university, because I really do drive myself crazy.