During my travels, both inside and outside of the blogging universe, I’ve been asked countless times just who exactly I am. So I’ve decided to lay it out. Removed all the filters, and this is what you get.
I am a son, a grandson, and a brother. I am an idol to few, and a follower to many. I am a loudmouth, an asshole, an over opinionated fool. A sucker for pain, a hopeless romantic, an egotistical male. I am happy, depressed, and anxious all at the same time. A 20 year old kid trapped in a somewhat experienced 31 year old body. I feel pain at times, and others nothing at all.
My insecurities are loosely bound, tethered and gagged with the image of being a cocky son of a bitch. I am surrounded by loved ones, family and friends, yet I am lonely.
I respect my career, yet do not love it. A self proclaimed non smoker who never really quit. A bold explorer of new things, yet fear what lurks in my own backyard. I am overconfident, yet fearful of rejection. A natural comedian, loyal and damn good friend. Overzealous when it’s inappropriate and nervous when I shouldn’t be.
Outspoken yet kind, opinionated yet not judgemental. An open book, rarely guarded. Accustomed to failure, and still never give up. I will poke fun at just about anything, and will do just about anything to get a laugh. I run my mouth without a filter. There isn’t much that I won’t say. I’ll find humour in any situation, especially if it means pushing the boundaries.
My biggest critic is myself.
My sense of humour is derived from a cynical-sarcastic life outlook coupled with the acceptance of wandering alone. And I’d have it no other way.









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