Introductions are for people who have nothing better to do with their lives. As for me? I strongly uphold the idea of jumping right into everything, grabbing life by throat and demanding a regurgitation of time. Why do we need background checks when the past is gone? Why do we need to introduce ourselves? I liked things in kindergarten when it was okay to be yourself and people liked you for who you were, not how grand your About Me square is on Facebook. I shouldn't complain, at least now it's a competition of who's the most original. Before it was all about who was the most normal…how bromidic. If you demand an About Me piece, I don’t have much for you: I love music, I love cultural art, and I’ll probably call you dumb if we don’t share the same vocabulary. Despite my intolerance for incompetence, I love you.
I hope you’re satisfied. You’ve managed to squeeze the last bit of normality out of this crooked soul.
If you’ve come across this mild tangent I so pathetically call my life, congratulations. You’ve come as far the common ant crossing a side walk, what seems like such a long trek is merely two feet. Besides the fact that you’re reading this and somewhat feeling insulted by my ostentation, I hope you enjoy the fact that sometimes Whit just Happens.
