The first post is always the worst, so let’s get this out of the way shall we? Maybe you’ve stumbled upon me by accident or been sent here by a friend, I guess it doesn’t matter. The things I write here are bound to be intensely personal and telling, making you question why I’d say them out loud in a public forum at all. The truth is: I have no shame. I am unapologetic at best and completely insensitive at worst. I write to hash things out, to leave my mark, to express opinion, and, to an ultimate degree, to connect with the world around me.
I’ve been, for as long as I can remember, overwhelmed by the need to fit in, to belong to the world around me: to be cherished and valued and needed. This need has evolved over the years, and I find that though I’m still plagued with it, I no longer indulge it by changing who I am for the court of public opinion.
I am who I am, fuck it. I generally like me. I find me funny. And witty. And smart. (and unforgivably dumb). I recognize my clumsy stumbling and my angry transgressions. I have an inflated sense of justice and truth is the cornerstone on which I place all my apples–any failing of mine begins and ends there, with either too much or not enough truth.
Here, I will record the world as I interpret it, and be honest about my judgements and predjudices. I am a bad liar, and prone to snap judgements…the good thing is, I change my mind a lot. I invite you to hang on and follow me. Maybe I’ll change your mind, or you’ll change mine. Either way, I don’t particularly care, as long as I’m able to just GET OUT THERE.