selectiveentropy

I feel like I am pretty normal, but it seems like the outside world is trying hard to tell me I am not. I grew up an artist so I already see the world differently, then because I am a man, my viewpoints are always taken as perverse. It seems like the only place that is safe is in a hobby, something that doesn't care what the agenda is.
So I have taken up many hobbies. Staring with fixing cars, and anything mechanical. Then I went of to college and got my degree in Electronics. Designed circuit boards and traveled the country for a while. Then tried to settle down and have a family. But I found domestic life is always about what the other person feels is right or wrong, not how you feel about it. I found myself put off by an individuals selfishness and not holding up their end of the deal just because they don't feel like it anymore.
I tried the hobby of High Powered Rockets, but immediately felt like I was walking into a dead end hobby. A bunch of old guys that just sit around and shoot off the same old rockets over and over again. There was no room to progress. Felt like it was dying as a hobby.
Now, I have decided it just needs to be what I want to do. I am saving money, and going to buy a beautiful piece of land in the mountains and build my dream home. Maybe I'm now becoming the selfish one, but time is running out for me it feels. I can't wait around for another relationship where the other person doesn't hold up their end. I want to travel too. See some of this planet before I pass into the afterlife.
My one passion through it all has been volleyball. I never feel to old to get out there and play. And it has been my companion through all the failed relationships.
I love to chat. But finding someone else who likes to chat daily just isn't that easy.