"Holy two blog posts in a day, Batman!" said Robert Frost. [Part Un]

In my last blog, I threw out (as in wrote it out, not got rid of) the old adage, 'write what you know.' That's exactly the purpose of this blog, but I'm almost afraid to admit that the effort is pointless. This was supposed to help me to get motivated to write more, but it hasn't, really. The months of spaces between posts can vouch for that. It was supposed to maybe give a slightly different perspective of life, from a missionary kid who hasn't spent a whole lot of time in his home country. But while Thailand as a country is very much different from the United States, me as a person isn't all that different from somebody you might find there.

I'd even go as far to say that this blog could really be written by anybody with hopefully more than half a brain, and the thought depresses me. And another in a long stream of depressing thoughts, lets face it, the readership demographic for a seventeen year old who writes about himself are pretty darn slim. About three, in fact. For all those rejoicing, this doesn't mean that I'm going to stop posting. To quote a favorite movie of mine, 'Never give up, never surrender!' My only solution is to keep on keeping on until ramblings are capable of scratching the surface of mediocrity and fulfilling my original intentions.

But back to the original subject line, writing what I know is really all I can do. It's why my first novel idea had to be based around me, and why I keep signing in here, and maybe why I can come across as so egocentric sometimes.

That's another thing that's been blowing my mind lately: Why are people so wrapped up inside their own skin that it wraps around their face, over their eyes, and it shoves their eyeballs back into the empty space where a brain is supposed to be? As another well known adage goes, when you point your finger at someone, there are always three fingers pointing back at you. In this case, there's only one pointing back because I'm doing it on purpose. I am in no away immune to these attacks of selfishness, but after spending extended amounts of time with unfamiliar people I think I'd rather keep them unfamiliar. They can't comprehend that there are billions of people out there that each have lives that are worth keeping, and they'll never comprehend that because they are too busy tending their own.

Off on a major tangent here, but that's just something that has really struck me over the past few days. Which I will describe in much more detail in part two. And yes, the blog title is keeping in line with pretentiousness, but I only think I strive to it just because I like using that word.

On a bright note, I think I feel some lyrics stirring.