It's about time.

Here it is...I've finally decided to contribute to something other than my laptop's dwindling memory capacity. Read on, if you like, but please note that you'll never find content here that is unwelcome to feedback: some will be personal, some professional, some insane [and hopefully all will provoke some form of thought]. I wish more people in my life would tell me how I can progress rather than how well I stand still.

To preface my life:
I’ve always secretly wondered if I was unwillingly the subject of a lifelong documentary that everyone knew about but me. In the 1998 movie “The Truman Show,” Jim Carrey is relentlessly followed by a team of producers while his most menial tasks, such as brushing his teeth and driving to work, are televised for the world to see; similarly, I’ve imagined that my life’s events are publicly viewed in the name of entertainment. Day after day millions of Americans hover over their big screens to witness firsthand my complex and undulant romantic relationships and ridiculously crafted and somewhat scripted social scene in an effort to seek personal satisfaction in their own lackluster lives.

Is this egotistical? Absolutely. Maniacal? Profoundly, and on many, many levels. However, when I consider the alternative – that my life has unfolded with the most inhumanely ironic and potentially devastating situations, yet consistently yielded positive results – I begin to question the odds and search for a more realistic explanation. The God theory has come and gone throughout my life, but I’ve recently concluded that despite my belief in His presence, even He couldn’t conjure up some of the twisted aspects of me. I’m okay with thinking God is there without thinking he’s responsible. After all, I was never taught in Sunday school that God is a jokester, which he would undoubtedly need to be in order to take credit for the 22 years I’ve seen.

The more I’ve thought about this media-related existence the more possible it seems. Television sitcoms (with the exception of Seinfeld, where absolutely nothing ever happens, yet it’s fucking hilarious) always begin with a normal day and then some curveball is thrown into the mix. It’s almost always life-altering, or else no one would watch. America is not entertained by unoriginality, or by perfectly normal and relatable characters prospering and growing for that matter, so things are usually a bit sticky. However, by the end of the 30-to- 60 minutes, calm is restored and no one dies, no one moves away, and typically all things become status quo. This is not unlike my life.