Oh boy, my very own blog! This is it, folks! I can finally engage myself in long diatribes against anything I wish. Well, the first thing to chastise is myself.
Yesterday was an important day in the life of a modern man. I graduated from college. It’s a right of passage, you know. It’s important. Grabbing that ceremonial degree was the best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t help but ruminate on the skit School Spirit 1 by Kanye on graduation.
In the track, the narrator goes on, sardonically, about his degree. Working in the GAP. Finally becoming the secretary’s secretary who got the job from her uncle. And the nasty fucking truth is that it is my future too. Liberal arts brought me damn near nothing. I learned the majority of the material on my own. By virtue of Wikipedia and YouTube University.
The girls at the bar this weekend told me I had a bright future. That I was a funny, intelligent guy. That I had a lot going for me. My family too. But what the fuck is it for? Anything short of philosophical suicide in the belief of God, there isn’t a meaning to any of this. It’s exhausting. As Sartre put it, we are condemned to freedom. I have nothing to do this fine Sunday. No work, nothing.
Everyone has left me, and I suppose that the only person I truly have is between my ears. Ringing thoughts just like my tinnitus. You know, I sort of wish Descartes was right. I wish I was a solipsism was right. It’s only me. But it isn’t.
Alright, said in the same fashion as when I’m trying to leave a conversation. This blog post was disjointed at best. It’s the first post though. The first day of the rest of my life. It’s the line of demarcation that expresses the transitory state in which I find myself. It’s raining. The birds are singing. It smells like worms and mulch. Anyway, welcome to the page. First post, best post, as they say.