Day One

In a world full of self-absorption and inability to socialize face-to-face caused by readily available means of creating antisocial individualism in the form of the internet, I thought it was time to "join" the crowd and begin a  blog.
No one in particular cares about the opinions of a stranger, yet people still maintain reading blogs, taking in the ideas and thoughts of others. There is some sort of morbid curiosity that leads us to do this, because we no longer communicate as readily with real people as we were forced to do before the advent of the internet.
I myself have no interest in other people, like most these days. I have been an introverted thinker for as long as I can remember, deliberately leading people to believe I was either too immature or too aloof to pick up on anything of consequence. Not of a desire to be malicious, but simply because I feel people that really want to know you will dig deeper and seek out the truth. They will recognize that you're being misleading, misdirecting them, and will want to know what the reality is.
I value people with curiosity and determination, drive and interest. I have made many very good and very close friends over the years, but I've never just said whatever I feel like, whenever or however I please.
Therein lay the lure of the blog, the quasi-anonymous means of unleashing your thoughts and feelings on the world, whatever it many be. Also a means of cataloging your interests, indexing your developing tastes.
I have never been able to keep up with a diary, I tried LiveJournal, DeadJournal, posting on my personals or just occasionally writing myself emails.
I watch my friends, read their own blogs and journals on occasion, and sometimes wish I could say something myself about a subject. Or just get a little bit out about an adventure I had. Or rant and rave about something that upsets me.
So here it is. My first - and likely only - blog. I will post when I feel like, about what I feel like. I don't know how often. I don't know how it should be rated, and I highly doubt it will always - if ever - be peaches and cream.
I know one day I'll go back and read it and laugh at myself, feel humiliated, maybe disappointed. Hopefully as it goes I will change and one day I can look back at the turning points of my life and recognize in my text where my thoughts and emotions altered with the wisdom I gained on my journey.
I promise this will be full of pretentious, facetious, egregious writing that you might enjoy simply for how pompous it becomes. It will never be only about myself. Sometimes it will be about others. Sometimes I'll put people on blast because something needs to be said, even if I know I won't feel like that forever. Sometimes I'll review a movie or game, and not give a damn what you think about my opinion of it. Most times I'll just write because I'm rubbed the wrong way and need to get it out.
Whatever your reason for reading this, I wish you luck! Feel free to comment, of course. If I'm allowed to place my opinion out there, why can't you? Especially if you know me. Sometimes someone should yank my reins and help me slow my roll, right? That's what friends are for.
Whatever the case, here it is. Day One, Post One.
Good night, and good luck.