The Beginning

You know, I must say that I never really thought myself to be the blogging type. In fact, I have yet to convince myself of this reality. Yet, I nonetheless find myself sitting trying to think about what exactly it is that I wish to convey through this transfer of information. What the hell am I asking?

I am 19 years old. That means I have 19 years worth of experiences to catch up on. 19 years worth of memories, stories, experiences, emotions, family relationships, friendly relationships, intimate relationships, journeys, hobbies, styles, artistic interests, crushes, passions, non-sense, delinquency, mischief, and god-knows what else to catch you all up on. Now let's be honest, that shit just ain't going to happen.

So I'm going to leave it on you to try and get a feel for who I am as an individual, my querks, my perks, and whatever it is that defines me. That is to say, there are some things that I am certain of to be essential properties of y character. But, seeing as I am only 19 years old, despite whatever life exploits I may have, there are infinitely more things about myself that I have yet to understand, and some things that I may never be able to logically comprehend.

So, my friend, you are going to help me. Obviously, this is my blog, so I don't really care about what you have to say. If I actually gave a shit about your opinion, then I would have started a fucking Q&A column at the local newspaper. But everyone know that people who write the generic 'ask Amy' of 'Tim's tips' sections honestly just have no lives. I mean, seriously! Do these people really think that there is anything legitimate about commenting on other people's lives for a living, as if they were endowed by some divine inclination to make all-knowing, intuitive comments on other people's lives.

That shit really grinds my gears. I mean, seriously! At what point did people start to lose whatever traces of self-confidence and start relying on complete strangers to tell what's right and wrong, what's in and what's out, what's cool and what is considered social suicide? Since when did we need to rely on someone else, especially strangers, to tell us who to be?

I'll spare you my beef with pop-culture and shitty music that everyone pretends is cool just so that they have an excuse to act like a total lunatic while pounding the contents of your father's liquor cabinet. I'll comment on these things in later posts.

At this point, you may be saying to yourself, "who is this punk-ass kid and what gives him the right to make such judegements?" Well, I suppose on some level you're right. I am kind of a bone-head. I mean I'm that guy who is still fascinated by childhood cartoons, and tries to mooch food/money from people in the cafeteria in school without the intention of ever paying you back (no, mom. I wasn't being serious about being a mooch. But it is kind of fun to talk random people of the street and pretend to ask for arbitrary amounts of money for the most obscure of things. People just give you the funniest dirt looks ever!). But let's be honest, I may be inexperienced and unqualified to make any legitimate points about the nature of human relationships, but you're still the knucklehead that has read this far. So, I guess the question at hand isn't so much who am I, Nathan Shapiro? Perhaps, the question you should be asking is, why the hell am I procrastinating my 10 page research paper about intermolecular forces and a liquid's consequent viscosity (I bet you still need to find a few sources just to satisfy the citation requirement that you're mindless TA assigned. Here's a tip, books.google.com) to the point that I am actually wasting my time reading junk like this?

Get a life, punk.