I am not as expressive as I could be. As I pursued my major in college, and, as a result, stopped forming words into written sentences, my coherent thoughts have re-formed and re-focused themselves into compact abstract memes that can only be interpreted by the deepest recesses of my brain, resulting in the inexplicable series of nerve impulses and consequent actions that form the young adventures of myself, Young Adventures and Stories of Life. I know that my life, my perspective, is unique, and should be at least partially fascinating to many of you who spend Too Much Time on the internet. It is my hope that through this blog I can regain my ability to express myself in words. As I pursue this goal, I hope to relate stories of adventuring, why movies suck, how to think about life, talking to girls (here’s where I hope to get you), cooking, traveling, making music, wasting a night reading about video games and looking at porn, then making up for it by getting outside and going out with friends.
I hope to appeal to you, ’sensitive and intelligent but socially awkward young man who is searching for his way in this world’, and perhaps you, ‘overly confidant verging on cocky nerd who is too sure of his skills and opinions’. And perhaps you as well, ‘my life has turned into a giant kegger i used to have real thoughts and interests and where is this all going’.
Finally, there is you, ‘I think am reasonable attractive and I know for sure i am fit, intelligent and have personality, so why can’t i get girls’. You and I, friend, we will share this space, this experience, as we are one and the same. We will discover how it is not the world that is insufficient, as we once thought, but it is instead our own failings that hold us back from the connection we seek. Like the audience member who is unable to join the joyous musical on stage, we are neither in costume nor do we know the chorus.
Fortunately for us, this blog is not called Young Sitting Around Feeling Sorry, it is called adventures, for that is what we shall do. I promise within the next two posts I will relate the tale of a dinner date with an attractive young woman.
I don’t talk like this in real life, of course. Don’t expect me to write one way, about one thing, one day, then follow it up coherently the next. Just as likely I’ll be posting about why my last lasagna tasted bland. Finally, the idea of a blog is inherently pretentious and being the incurable ego case that I am, I will inevitably come across that way at times. If this angers you, at least be content knowing that I am aware of my condition and strive to suppress it in my daily interactions. I hope to see you again!
