The actual beginning of the blogosphere

This blog which I have had for almost two years has remained empty mainly because I am too lazy to really write anything of consequence that I thought you the reader might want to read. Well today is a new day, a day of progress, a day of insightfulness, a day of well really nothing but the same old mundane bullshit that has been life for the past twenty four years. Today just happens to be the day that I finally decided to write something electronically.

Still an electrician, yes four years after falling into the pit of labor and construction I have managed to somehow eek by meeting the minimum standards for what constitutes a licensed electrician. Most non-union electricians would be studying for their licensing test right about now but here in Local 103 we push the envelope and really strive for excellence, so onto year five of the apprenticeship just one more year and then finally I will be able to stand on stage when my name is called and allow my parents to feel the joy of having me graduate from something meaningful, oh wait no they get to watch me accept an empty piece of paper and quickly proceed to drop this bad habit and adopt another; a triumphant return to the land of academia once again pursuing the creative writing degree that will most likely land me in either the land of poor high school teachers or worse, back in the construction field but this time with a college degree. You might ask why, if I am so negative about my chances of becoming a writer, would I even bother returning at all my answer is simple, because I denied myself a real chance to dream to strive to become the potential that I had been told I possessed. I want to dream once again of becoming miserable, drunk, and full of mischievous thoughts that you the reader will devour grasping and clinging to my every word like a baby being yanked from his or her mothers tit. The dream of living fast and dying young, probably becoming much more famous once I am dead and barely scraping by until then, the life of the long lost beatnik, but this time not turning into a god damn hipster wannabe who dreams of nothing more than tattoos and flannel. For once I want to be the overachiever who tells everyone to join the party else fuck off, in essence I wish to be me only with a book deal and deadlines that I will never meet.

Am I original? Nope. Am I the first to dream of this? No. Do I share most of my idealisms with Charles Bukowski? Fuck yeah, but I am cool with that everyone wants to be the next big thing the next someone who defines their generation. I am not saying I will be that someone but I am saying I want to try, this is the first time I can confidently and fully say that without any doubts without second thoughts about what my finances will look like, it is time to throw caution to the wind and grow up later. Am I a bit egotistical? Well yeah, but you know what? You are too, and you should be, everyone needs to strive to be better than everyone else, we need to strive for our dreams for without the dreamers we wouldn't have anything, without those who took the shot we would be grey. I hope everyone feels this way about themselves, and if they don't well then I feel just sorry enough to look at them as I stride triumphantly by and nod my head in acknowledgment.