What a Difference 2 Years Make!
I’d be lying to you if I told you I stumbled upon this relic by mere happenstance. I could tell you a story about how I was reading through old entries saved on my computer and was inspired to venture back to WordPress by some sort of warm, nostalgic feeling; I could say that I found an old link which brought me here, where I read some of my posts and was filled with a desire to revisit my blogging days.
But none of that would be true.
I was actually brought back here because an online community that I am a member of (Giants101) is hosting its discussions here temporarily while we transition to a new home.
Boring, yes. But truth. And, while some might find comfort in the big revelations in life, I happen to emanate from the school of thought which says that truth is like peanut butter–its job isn’t to blow our minds, it’s to be within reach. Thus, I’ve made my return to this blog of mine, hoping to use it as an online notebook, a place to jot my thoughts down. I tend to be a person who “thinks big.” I can take a concept such as dieting and deconstruct it into myopic, unrecognizable units. Conversely, I can also be a person who talks about, thinks about, and makes jokes about the same things–politics (Seriously? We’re gonna worry about gay marriage now?!), religion (I consider myself Catholic, but I, admittedly, don’t believe everything that the Church teaches. I fully understand where that leaves me in the eyes of some of my hardcore believers. I just hope we’re all walking towards the same thing.), the Giants (If we don’t cut Antonio Pierce and Danny Clark, I just might have a fucking coronary embolism.), and movies and television (The fact that Avatar is being fellated for being bringing guns into Fern Gully’s plot while truly exceptional works like 500 Days of Summer get snubbed is beyond me.). As such, I hope to utilize this forum as an area where the internal poly-logue (yes, I’ve coined a phrase to refer to the many voices I hear in my head…wait, that doesn’t sound the way I want it to) can materialize.
I should confess, up front, that I am not a great person. I’m just a guy. I work at Target where I’m underpaid and overworked. I aspire towards receiving my Masters in Political Science so that I could one day be a professor at a university, where I will undoubtedly be underpaid and overworked. Thus, we’ve arrived at one of the many ironies of my life–I aspire towards under-appreciation. But, hey, isn’t that what being American means nowadays?
