Prologue
So let’s get to why I’m here, shall we?
A couple days ago I deactivated my facebook account. I’ll likely be back soon enough, but I needed to take a step back from its noise. I was feeling stifled, so much input of the lives of others while I felt in no way comfortable to share my own. I grew weary of being coded, cryptic, trying to satisfy my desire for self-expression without breaching my level of comfort in that world of direct channels and specific connections.
I am in need of an outlet. I envision this little space of mine in the digital dimension as a place to shout out, to ramble, to release, to write. I do so with a sort of cheeky smile, as the fact that I have no audience in particular is quite comforting and exciting. It is like letting loose one’s thoughts while standing upon a mountaintop. Perhaps someone may hear you, but most likely not. It is the feeling of letting the thoughts out into the wild that is the important thing.
In some ways, this is nothing new for me. I talk to myself quite a bit when I’m alone - not in some maniacal third person sense or what have you, but as if I am conveying my thoughts to someone, some mystery entity who has inquired. Of course there isn’t anybody else, but it is a way for me to conceptualize, assemble, and polish my thoughts and feelings on a matter in my life. You gotta get creative when you grow up an only child in the middle of a forest.
This blog is therefore the next step in that pattern - a written release, a productive pressure to make sense of my mind and translate it effectively.
