Introductions

So this would be the writings of an inane babbler. Inappropriate musings whilst intoxicated. You must understand, that this is not written to be read, although that statement alone, with its acknowledgement of readership alone destroys it’s credibility. But, I suppose it would be read, as I choose to publish it online.

I have nothing to write of merit. I live a life perpetuated by stereotypes. I have the general appearance of someone who permanently needs a haircut, or a shave, or both. I spend nights staring at a glowing rectangle, tactfully positioned in the centre of a room, with nothing running through my head but white noise and a curiosity as to why we so regularly allow it so much of our time, which always seems to be far too much, but always ends up being far too little. I sit in lecture theatres, and come away with pages of notes, consisting entirely of scribbled messages to myself, reminding me to pay my rent, fill out forms, and other, mundane, ordinary occurrences, or drawings. I wonder around in a tattered leather jacket, with oversized headphones on generally looking discontent, and slightly lost, gathering worried looks from old ladies, and disparaging looks from young men, whose leather jackets are in far better shape, and far more expensive than my own.

I also have a tendency to deviate at tangents, go on for far too long, and write over-long, self indulgent paragraphs concerning myself, in order for anyone who would happen upon reading to build up a rather heavily biased, self-analysed image. Anyway, that’s my introduction. It’s pretentious, says more than anyone would be interested in, and contains effectively nothing. Welcome to my time waster.