Why Am I Doing This?
I’ve been wanting to start a blog for a while now. Of course, being the procrastinator that I am, I waited until I just had to do it. The event that made the creation of this blog suddenly necessary happened a few days ago when my friend showed me the blog of our family friend, a boy who is two years younger than us. His blog starts off with, “My parents tell me I am wise beyond my years,” and then progresses into some premium grade pretentious crap. Reading that blog, and then watching my friend nod her head and say something along the lines of, “Wow, he is wise,” made me want to throw up.
Let me get this straight. Teenagers, in general, are not wise, myself most definitely included. Yes, everyone has been through a variety of struggles, and we’ve all become better people (hopefully) because of it, but we are not wise; we still have so much more to learn. People who are truly wise understand this. People who are truly wise don’t think they are wise, because they know how much they don’t know.
So here it is. Finally taking form not because of any noble, writer-ish reason other than, my god, I need to make up for all the teenagers like him who act like they are wise. I’ll probably overcompensate, because I’m a two-year-old at heart. You see that picture of the confused monkey? He is my spirit animal. (After the dolphin, which comes after the unicorn.)
I’m a teenager. I’m an Indian American. I’m a human. I’m definitely not wise. And I don’t think I’m much of a writer, either.
Welcome to my humble abode.
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