This is my first Blog so I'm gonna jump right into it.. I wanted to start this because I enjoy conversation about things people believe in, feel passionate about, & just to generally learn about others. As funny or strange as it may sound I enjoy talking to kids when they just learn to speak & old people. They seem to be the only people in the world that either don't know any better or genuinely don't care enough to lie to you. The amount of respect that is held inside honesty is something many people lose track of in between the diaper years (young as hell & old as hell). Not saying that a person that tells the truth is better than a person that lies, but I do like em more. Lol, not like that matters either. Guess none of this matters depending on how you look at it, and that's why I wanted to start this to see how different people look at it.
I'm not going to sit here & start shooting off a list of things in order to tell you who I am. That shit is wierd & boring. I want anyone that reads this learn who I am through these entries as I want to learn about other people through theirs.
My name is on this Blog. As a child I didn't really talk much unless it was to my brother's & sisters, but even still I was more of an observant child than a talker. To this day I only talk a lot with people I feel like I really know & really know me. So, I guess this is me starting to step outside of that & have conversation with other people in the world.
Like every family as kids we fought but I feel like I fought the least with everyone because I was the quiet observant one. Not because I didn't have a chance to say or do the wrong things, but I because I knew how each person was from observing them when my other siblings would learn by the fights they got in with each other. Our mother is & always has been a strong woman & when I look around at the things that go on in the world today & how people's children behave, I am glad I'm her son.
I'm glad she didn't knock me over the head with a rock when I was little, throw me in a duffle bag, & throw me in the woods in our back yard, act like some old pervert stole me & cry on tv... (Liar!)
So hopefully someone reads some of my entries & feels like I've struck a nerve enough to have a conversation....
