What is there to say, really? I’m just average ol’ Matt. There’s so much I wish I could say about myself, but none of it is true.

You’ll soon see that there are two sides of Matthew Christopher Coutu. There is the side that most people see, the one that is constantly getting into trouble; the one that is outgoing, comical, and sucks at Latin, but takes it anyways to be with his friends. The part that enjoys a simple cup of black coffee, and eats way too much fast food, and the part that drives a truck as old as he is.

However, there’s a side that many don’t even know exists. There’s a side to me, that listens to vinyl records every night, that enjoys being alone, and worships He who should not be named in public school, in his own comfortable way. I love to travel, and day dream, and write things that will never be seen by anyone. Sometimes I wish I were an introvert, so I could focus more on myself spiritually and emotionally.

I enjoy wearing suits whenever I get the chance, for I am a writer. I am a hopeless romantic, a philosopher, and a pleaser. I am better to other people than to myself, and am also a minimalist. I care more about experiences than for tangible items. I yearn for the day when I can travel the world as a nomad, and write about my travels.

I see myself as edgy, and sometimes crippled by poverty. This is not the case however. I come from a well-to-do family, but sometimes I wish I had a little less than I do. Don’t ask me why. I will not know. Anyone will tell me to be fortunate for what I have, but I’ll tell them that I am indeed fortunate. I’m just not needy, so before you call me an inconsiderate asshole, let me bring you back to the minimalist statement. I don’t need much, I just need God.

I often dream about the music industry, but I’ve never been good at writing music. The late nights, the feel of the crowd, and the frequent travels across the country are what lure me in. I want it more than anything else, but I don’t have any serious mental problem or horrible upbringing, so frankly the music I write sucks.

Community has always been a big deal to me. I left middle school, and was sent to a private school down the road. Immediately, I was greeted by twelve of my closest friends for years to come. Unfortunately, only a handful of us are still in contact, but ever since, it has been important to me to form relationships with people. Whether it’s at summer camp, or one of the places I’ve been employed at, its always imperative to me, to meet someone along the way. It’s kind of like networking for the soul.

There’s not much else to say. I dream about learning different languages, but all I know right now is English and a little bit of French. For the most part, this is it, and being in this class for a couple years now, Mrs. Powell or whoever is reading this probably has a good idea of who I am. I’m pretty comfortable with myself, but it’s time for you to form your own opinion of me.