Hello again, World

Well, it's been almost a year since my last post, and things haven't changed much. I can say for a fact that I've grown. I've had my first job, and quit it. I graduated high school, and am now ready for my springboard into the real world. But, for now, I'm gonna get a little retrospective...

"That which does not kill me, makes me stronger."

That is the story of my life, it seems. Two parents in the military, both sent to Iraq 13 years apart, followed by a divorce. A rocky childhood, filled with plenty of bullies, few friends, and even fewer companions. I haven't had many girlfriends, and the few I did, the relationships didn't end well. And yet. I don't regret anything. The sixth graders making me eat dirt, the rough divorce followed by my dad's jumping from apartment to apartment. Jumping between being lower and middle class, and back again. Some part of me has always known, and I certainly see now, that, had it not been for the less than friendly childhood, I would be exactly like the people I hate today. I would be part of that majority in my generation, that is oblivious to it's impact on the world, despite the fact that our elders are screaming it at us. I am, instead, part of that much smaller, cynical part of my generation, content to ride the world down into the abyss, and then put it all back together when it shatters.


Well.. I always did love roller coasters.

First Post

Well, since this is my first blog, I'm going to avoid just bitching about everything I think is wrong right off the bat. Instead, I'll introduce myself. I'm not going to say my age, or what I look like, because it is far too common, for people to just make assumptions based on those things. Instead: I'm quiet, I think too much for my own good. I like to read, and write, a bit, only I don't have the patience or the attention span to write anything longer than a short story. I dissapoint myself far too often, and hold standards that I myself don't stand up against. I try to be understanding to all I meet, and give people the benefit of the doubt far more often then they deserve. I find that friendships are far more important than money, fame, or power. I don't like to talk about politics, because I tend to get agitated, and start to carry on far more then necessary. Much like I'm starting to do now.

So, I leave you with a hypothetical scenario. You are wandering through the woods, and find a deer caught in a trap, with what appears to be mortal wound. You have three options. 1)Put the deer out of it's misery, quickly and painlessly killing it. 2)Despite your belief that it will not survive, you try to help it. 3)You ignore it and move on. What would you do? Think on it, this is the kind of shit that makes your head spin, and your mind open.