Most people start blogs for sensible and noble reasons like:

  1. Informing people on the dangers of hand-wash
  2. Reminding us that the Illuminati are everywhere
  3. Informing and instructing young anarchists
  4. Spoon Bending

Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out

Terry Pratchett (RIP)

I, on the other hand, have no such reasons. I don't have a passion that I like enough to write about regularly, neither do I like talking much. I just enjoy reading things other people wrote and it makes sense that if I start writing, their intelligence should eventually start rubbing off.

Another reason why I'm writing is because I challenged a friend of mine (who's much more interesting than I am) to start writing with the promise that I would as well. For that reason, forgive my lack of direction and general purpose... the world is a better place for it.

I happen to be turning a year older today. It's been an interesting year and I have a lot to be grateful: Great friends, family, a [passable] education, a job [that pays more than a dollar a day] and etcetera.

However, I can't escape the feeling that I should have accomplished a lot more by now. We live in a day and age where it's becoming easier for people to accomplish a lot from an early age. The internet and the fairly free access to information are helping people who'd traditionally be restricted by formal education to blossom and accomplish the spectacularbefore they sprout beards.

I feel like I wasted a lot of time on things that aren't really helping me be the epic mad-scientist that I want to be. As a result, I give my first gift to the internet... things not to waste time on when you're young:

  1. Fighting with your parents => They are either right or won't admit they're wrong. Either way, you're not going to win.
  2. Playing video-games => You'll eventually realise that the real world is much more interesting...
  3. Complaining about where, how and when you grow up => No one wants to know why you think you're a loser. The fact that you had to wake up every morning to fetch water from the river only matters when you own the world [or at least an island] and everybody wants to know your secret...

That being said, I hope that I can use whatever years I have left to do something useful on this rock.