YOU JUST HAVEN'T EARNED IT YET, BABY

This, as the inaugural post of this blog, is one of purpose.

To understand my purpose in keeping this blog (it's really more like a journal... a journal that all your friends can see), first you must understand something about me.

I'm a twenty-one year old student studying political theory and philosophy in Los Angeles, California. Just because it's always sunny here doesn't mean everyone's happy. Point in fact, that I am constantly surrounded by beauty probably only serves to fuel my angst. Beauty in and of itself does not upset me-however, the constant strife to be beautiful at all costs is quite disconcerting; even more upsetting is the fact that this strife is inspired by brainless celebrities who are emulated by every half-wit with whom I am surrounded (shouldn't you be out on a ledge somewhere, Kanye West?). Plastic surgery, Vanity Fair, UGG boots (seriously... I can count how many times it's dropped below 60º in the last few months on my fingers), TMZ, the Grammys: these are the makings of a very shallow society. Is it not enough to be oneself anymore? Must we always keep a constant eye on celebrities? Do people really like the sound of auto-tune so much that it must be in every popular song? Does anyone really give a fuck? The answer to all of these questions, sadly, is yes. Many are trapped attempting to gain the esteem of others by parading around in the latest trends set by the Hollywood "elite". Though this speaks to my character, I digress.

I am a cynic, a pessimist, a misanthrope, a seething social critic and a harsher self-critic. I lack enthusiasm and, to a certain extent, ambition. I possess the ability to write and to think critically, a fairly clear moral position on most issues, sarcasm, a sense of humor, and (consequently) the ability to laugh at myself. I am fairly irrational. Thus, I seek sense. I also seek sensibility (thanks Jane Austen). If my character were supplemented with these qualities, it would certainly be for the better.

I love to write. However, I lack creativity. I plan to try my hand at poems, short stories, and perhaps a screenplay (some of which will likely be posted here). Being a student, most of the writing I do answers questions of varying interest to me. This blog presents me with the opportunity to write about whatever I please (which may be to your dismay).

The question of purpose now arises. Exactly what ends do I seek? Solace. Repose. Satisfaction.

I believe writing is the sole mean to this end.

I hope you'll be entertained by my meandering musings.