First post, how exciting.
Just so anyone who reads this knows, I'm going to try something new with this. I want to work on how I write, and I might even post exerts of some of my writing on here. It's not going to be anything funky or existential or anything, just something different. Anyone who's read Spy for Hire will know what type of stuff I'm talking about, but that isn't exactly a long list of people.
I might do some in character posts, more to help me develop some of my characters more than anything else but hopefully it creates an interesting result. Something that might be worth reading.
At the same time, you might find some rants and what not on here as well. I'm not a very opinionated fellow, but when a topic comes up that I disagree with I can be quite strong in my beliefs. This, combined with the world seemingly becoming stupider with the passing of time leads to me sometimes being angry at certain topics. If someone can give me a solid argument as to why 'older' became the politically correct version of 'elderly' I'd really like to hear it.
Apparently I still know how to make lines in HTML. These will be used to seperate topics in my post, just in case you're too stupid to catch onto such subtleties.
The other day I woke up. It was quite a revelation waking up and seeing things. It was rather different from being asleep, as you'd probably imagine. Normally I prefer being asleep over being awake, simply for the fact that it's much easier to be asleep. Far less work involved in sleeping; less brain activity and what not. For the first time though, I was happy to be awake. 'Why is that?' I imagine you are asking me right now. That though, is a question that is not all that simple for me to answer.
It all started the day before I woke up. I was looking at a large painting which was entitled 'life'. Now anyone egotistical enough to think they can encompass all of life within a painting should probably be dead to begin with, but this 'artist' if we really must call him that, was so full of himself that he thought he could encompass life on a canvass by not actually painting it at all. Of course this is rather absurd, but it's not even half as absurd as the fact that someone bought this medium sized, blank canvas for several million dollars.
This made me come to the realization that there are a lot of stupid people in the world. Stupid people making stupid paintings, and even stupider people buying these paintings for large sums of money and by consequence making the stupid dolt who made the painting in the first place look quite smart in retrospect. Now, how all this relates to me being happy that I was awake for the first time in my life is that by realizing all this I came to realize how stupid the entire world actually is, and by contrast how intelligent I am. For the first time I woke up with the knowledge that I was quite possible one of the smartest people in the world, and this made me feel rather good about myself. Sure, I had to go about all the work of being awake, rather than the relatively small task of being asleep, but this work now seemed worth it. By being awake, I could help bring my intelligence to the rest of the world.
For the first time in my life, my life had a meaning, which in turn made me feel all fuzzy inside.
