Just Start

You’re welcome, Matt.

Here it is, in all its glory. The one thing the internet has been missing all these years. The aimless “wonderings” of yet another 30-something, with a million thoughts on everything from how best to diffuse a civil war between your pint-sized children to how best to advance your career when you’re a right-brained, creative-type, working in the belly of corporate America.

Who am I to have an opinion on such things? Who are you -person who is reading this that is not the aforementioned Matt- to have found my corner of the interwebs and gone so far as to have actually read into paragraph 3?

It’s funny -and by funny I mean it’s everything from bizarre and inexplicable to ha ha and LOL- how I can complain that our world has become so over-run with data to consume and yet here I am throwing another log on the fire.

What could I possibly have to say that hasn’t been said before? In a time when people are cutting the cord on cable, unfriending friends on Facebook, not to mention de-cluttering their previously hoarded lifestyles and opting for tiny homes that don’t weigh them down… who am I to occupy 5 minutes of someone’s valuable, fleeting time?

I guess we’ll find out together.

By means of formal introduction, I’m Dave. The place I currently call home is South Minneapolis, although I’ve left footprints (among other things) all over the midwest in my 30+ years of taking up space. I’m married to a cute girl i met in college; dad to 3 kids she tricked me into having; and whenever the Cubs lose, I find my peace running around Lake Nokomis with my faithful mutt, Chandler Bing.

If you asked me why I’m doing this, the short answer (which, by the way, is never short) is that I’m a thinker. I think way too much. If “the unexamined life is not worth living” Socrates would be happy to know I’m getting my money’s worth. I tend to ask ‘Why?’ a lot. I’m the guy that reads the signs at the zoo while all the other people just watch the live animals and mutter to each other, “Check out the freak reading while those two monkeys are totally going at it. Go find a library, nerd!”

I love a good conspiracy theory. I love debating whether life imitates art or art imitates life. I love egging people on, and discovering what they are truly passionate about. I hate being fake. I love being honest. I love learning about people who are different from me. I tend to look at the world with the curiosity of a 4-year-old but unfortunately also tend to have their same attention span.

And the truth is, if I don’t unleash these ramblings here, in the endless atmosphere of computer clouds, I would unleash them on my wife, which would distract her from more important things like our kids, or last night’s episode of “Real Housewives of (insert city)”. And if that happened, well, things definitely wouldn’t seem as funny.

So join me, if you wish. Perhaps oblige me with your areas of wonder. Chances are I’ve thought about it at some point in time. When the gamut runs anywhere from the use of the designated hitter to my thoughts on artificial intelligence and whether or not I think it’s a good idea to carry a bug out bag, you’ve got a lot on your mind.

Oh, and if you’re hungry, buy a pretzel from Matt.

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