What influences someone to record their thoughts on paper and to be crazy enough to let other people read them? Even as I sit here now I wonder if anyone would actually find my incessant ramblings slightly interesting. But alas I do not care. At all. And in that somewhat paradoxical statement, ladies and gentlemen, lies my greatest accomplishment and my most regrettable flaw.
I do not listen to what people say – I measure intent. Other people’s opinions are rarely high on my list of cool stuff to think about. The thought processes that stumble around the immense void that is my consciousness are my closest friends and most trusted guides. I live for the feeling and thrive off of emotion. I ponder, I calculate, and I accomplish.
I don’t see myself as witty, clever, charismatic, or terribly funny and I don’t play sports or do amazingly well in school. I am stubborn and unmotivated but I try hard and the slightest failure kicks my ass faster than Kimbo ever could.
So, what drives me to write, besides the influence of my English professor, whom I have a slight crush on? You do, my most trust worthy and opinionated (or bored) reader, you do. If I can offer you a different perspective, change your mind, make you think, or just make you smile, I have served a purpose on this blog. And that, my friends, is why I sit in front of the keyboard (other than to kill time between classes).
