Why hello there, my fellow procrastinator! If you have stumbled onto this blog so early on, my only assumption is that you are either family, a close friend, or someone who meant to type in the words “hopeless romantic” and accidentally misspelled something. I am willing to overlook your simply atrocious spelling skills and welcome you with open arms and a somewhat judgmental smile. Don’t worry. You will get to judge me in time.
Who am I, you ask? Well, as you asked nicely, I am a recent college graduate and therefore ex-English major who has realized that the academic schedule, while demanding as hell, definitely had its perks–such as a two week long Christmas break and a whole summer to fritter away on nonsense. (Nonsense like acquiring skills vital to entering the workforce, but I digress.) While I am decidedly not missing midterms and ten-page papers on hopelessly boring things, I do miss learning and interacting with material. I now work an 8-5 desk job, which doesn’t fulfill much of my learning quota. Yes, the experience and skills I’m learning should help me in the workforce later on. But I miss writing papers.
Well, I suppose I should be more precise. Not “writing papers,” per se. I believe the constant stress of picking out a topic and making sure everything was worded just so before I printed it out and inevitably finding an obnoxious typo–that is not what I miss. I miss researching things and putting together pieces of a puzzle–finding out what scholars thought and then ripping them to shreds. Because to be honest, I found a lot of people with graduate degrees out there saying the most ridiculous things known to man. Did you know that there’s a vein of academia that doesn’t want you to brush your teeth because, according to people who follow this logic, brushing one’s teeth is a social construct and if one brushes one’s teeth then it means one buys into the oppressive system?
All I can say to that is: your dentist must freaking love you.
And that, folks, is why you don’t believe everything you read, even if the guy has an alphabet of degrees after his name.
With that out of the way, I suppose it is now time to explain what this blog is to be about. As my forte in school was literature and philosophy, most of the content on this blog is probably going to revolve around that. (Making it accessible, of course–no one likes a stuffy philosopher.) I do not, however, feel like locking myself into that genre specifically, because I am young and frivolous. I like to read and watch movies, so thoughts on books and videos will probably crop up here from time to time. I might even write a story or two, depending on whether I can actually come up with an inspired idea. Who knows?
As is made abundantly clear by the rambling blocks of text above, I have no idea what I’m doing.
Let’s rock ‘n roll, folks.