But then...that
would be to say that each of us is great and should aspire to be...each other?
That Martin Luther King should aspire to be Albert Einstein who should aspire
to be Pocahontas (the Disney version, of course. Complete with song and cute
animals. The real life version is less than fulfilling). And then we're all
perfect clones of one another, perfect and with a story to inspire everyone
else who technically has the same story as us.
So in other words,
not everybody has a story. Not every real life job is able to live up to it's TV counterpart. Not every underdog overcomes all. And that's ok, because that's
life.
This is where I come
in. The story of an average kid (not Timmy Turner). No villains, no
superpowers, no near death experiences. Because, when was the last time a 16
year old kid changed the world, making headlines and saving the human race
forever? Last time I checked….never. And it probably won't happen. Which, you
would think, would make this all very uninteresting. But in reality, doesn't
that intrigue you? Or else, how could you have already read this much? This is
a story that could very easily be your own. And I'm sure you think you're
awesome, so thinking as yourself as me-- and I would love to call myself the
protagonist-- doesn't that also make you feel like a hero?
Then again, maybe
you have already stopped reading. Because at this point…. Well what even was my
point?
But perhaps you like
that. Which would be good. Because that's what I have to tell. Nothing's
happened in my life to change history. Chances are, I won't go on to change the
future. I'm far too quiet, too small.
But I can write.
Which brings us around to the purpose of this. A collection of little rants and
musings. Almost as if, through reading this, you look into all of my thoughts
and views of the world. Which is almost scary for me. But then something about internet
anonymity calms me back down.
Speaking of that,
luckily I do come from the land of the internet, so I'm used to this. Like a
journal in the form of a blog with a fancy little layout.
Ok. So here we go.
And I suppose I
should include a little forethought, warning, precaution type thing. I'm
secretly one of the most opinionated people you will ever meet. But you
wouldn't guess that. Ever. It's always the quiet ones, you know. The one's who
never speak, but with their eyes. That's me. The one with the powerful words
that never quite escape.
Until now.
So where to begin?
