Starting a blog... pfffft.

So, I started a blog. How lame is that?
What does a 20-year-old white kid from an upper-middle class home in the suburbs have to say that is remotely bloggable? Probably nothing, but I figured I should give it a shot, because 1) I'm an English major on the creative writing track, so I should be writing on a regular basis and, 2) I like to think that once in a blue moon I have a somewhat interesting thought.

But seriously, it's hard not to feel kind of silly when starting a blog. It feels kind of like when you scored two baskets in your pee-wee basketball game, and your mom told EVERYONE about it. You don't even feel like you've accomplished anything, but it's there out in the open for the world to look at. And in both situations, the older you are, the less people give a shit. It's pretty cool for a 6-year-old to score baskets or start a blog, but when you're 20, people say "Oh you scored two baskets? That's only four points," or "Oh you started a blog? Yeah, I'll totally check it out." And then they don't check it out. Because you're a loser and you have nothing important to say.

I think that's my biggest problem that I have with myself starting a blog. I feel like I don't have enough experience with anything to write something I expect to be read. You know what I've done with my life? I've grown up in a good family, had the fortune of making a few good friends, gone to school and made decent grades, met a wonderful girl who I've been with for two years, and never gotten into any real trouble. I don't exactly think I'll be the next Elie Wiesel.

I'm starting a blog because, as I mentioned earlier, I just need to write. It's one of the pure delights I have. And I consider my writing skills to be leagues ahead of my speaking skills.

So here it is. Maybe for once in my life I'll follow through with a project (hence the name of the blog).