Two Decades, Two Years, and a Day

Well, another year has gone by, and I find myself wondering when the 'grown up epiphany' is going to come around. When I was a wee tot, I remember looking at the 20-somethings in my life and wondering, I wonder what that feels like, the be so aware of the world... And now that I'm here, I realize I was quite deluded, or at the very least, 20-somethings in the 90's knew more about the world than 20-somethings in the current century. The more I ponder, I also realize that 'knowledge' is kind of subjective. I've been told that I 'have my shit together' more than anyone my age... and yet, I don't think I would agree with that. Granted, I will openly admit that I don't really associate with my generation because they are absolutely clueless [generalization], but I wouldn't venture that I'm all that awesome... When I look at my mother, my grandparents, the previous generations, they seem to have such an amazing sense of the world... and I'm jealous. Perhaps it comes with parenting? Or maybe I just need to wait another 20 years. Oh well. For now, I'm perfectly content gliding along, almost completely oblivious.

A Third Post About Nothing in Particular

Have any of you attempted to write? I'm not talking about essays and such. I mean, simply for the joy of seeing your thoughts and creativity manifested in solid form, writing... Well I have. Multiple times. And may I just say, writing a book is hard. Millions of ideas for wonderful stories float in my head constantly... but they are very shallow ideas. They often lack the subplots and twists necessary to hook a readers attention, and when I attempt to elaborate on these, my idea withers away.
Poetry, on the other hand, is cake. All you need is metaphor, perhaps a catchy rhythm, some subtle (or not so subtle) word play... All you need to make poetry is a feeling and a desire to express it. With books, you need drive. You need a desire to make history. To change history. To predict the future. To act as a tour guide to distant lands nobody has ever heard of. To use one sense to engage all the others. To not just express your emotion, but to draw out the emotions of anyone who reads your words.
Maybe I'm just built for comfort... but all that takes a lot of energy. The next time you read a book, tap into the emotional road map of every character that crosses the page, then imagine how much more it must have taken to develop these emotions in the first place. I'm not trying to say that writing is some treacherous journey that should be avoided, but I do think the profession is being seen in a smaller spotlight, so to speak, and I don't think that's very wise. "Anyone can write a book" I've heard this many times... and it's true. My point is that most won't, because it's time consuming, and stressful, and in my experience, it requires you to know yourself.
One day, I hope to be a published author. I want to engage people all over the world with my words and stories. However, I intend on doing it like J.K. Rowling or Anne Rice or J.R.R. Tolkien and not Stephenie Meyer. I intend of being absolutely exhausted after I finish a book, because it is going to take every ounce of emotion, every single creative thought, and every bit of concentration I have.


At this point I'd like to point out that I don't think Meyer is a terrible writer, just a lazy one. Her storyline is very... predictable, and I agree with some of the observations made by others on the web, that her books seem to feed on the emotions of the readers instead of engage them... Her books of sparkly vampires are indeed emotional vampires themselves. Again, I point out, this is not necessarily a bad thing. She has made millions from it. I'm just not fond of this method or writing.

Oh Hell, Thy Name is Humanity.

The more and more I sit and think about what to do with this space, the more tempted I am to make it a rant site. I am continuously bombarded with idiocy I can't fathom, and some of it is quite literally unbelievable. Maybe, if I start contributing to the vast amounts of ranters out there about how stupid humanity can be, maybe... just maybe... they will wake up? I'm certainly not going to hold my breath. At this point, if I outright spat in someones face about what kind of image they were presenting of themselves, they would probably accuse me of being a bigot. But it is what it is. For now, I shall continue my silent awe of the amazing people I experience on a day-to-day basis, and I know everyone who has ever worked in a service related industry understands my feelings... Maybe I should run for presidency and make it mandatory that one's first job must ALWAYS be at least 5 years as a waiter or sales rep. Then I think it almost certain, we would be surrounded by a better class of person... But that's just me. I'm sure there would still be a handful of people to fuck that up.

Salutations!

Oh boy Oh boy Oh boy! My first official post! Awesome... Figures when I sit down to actually do something productive, all my wonderful ideas fly straight out the window. Originally, upon creating this blog, the goal was to be something like an inspirational self help sort of thing... only not as pretentious. Something fun and light-hearted, so make the person reading it feel better about life and the universe. A source of laughter and frivolity, while at the same time, offering serious insights. This is still the goal... sort of. As soon as I actually made this, the ideas multiplied, and now I'm left dazed and a bit confused... but then, this happens quite frequently with me. (new restaurants are my down fall. Takes me an hour to decide on an appetizer.) So for now, until I can stew on this very impulsive decision of mine, let's just aim for laughter. Always a good place to resort too. Until Next time, love and light, and things like sunshine<3