I ventured into my father’s room and inquired about the different levels of schooling. Bachelors, Masters, PhD… you know… that stuff. Why am I thinking about the future? The thought of what will happen a week from now usually gives me shivers. I have surfeit miles on Procrastination Airlines. Why am I interested in what happens after the tassel shifts from right to left?
I suppose I’m evolving. Daunting proposition, but it’s happening. It’s been happening since 2007 and I fear it won’t stop. Well, I suppose I don’t fear it. It’s good. It’s necessary. I’m surprising myself here, but it’s exciting. To consider the future instead of denying its reality.
"You can’t stop what’s coming, it ain’t all waiting on you. That’s vanity."
This is an introduction, which is something that you’re familiar with because it occurs every time you encounter something you’ve never encountered before, not unlike this blog, or tumblr, I should say.
So keep your expectations to a minimum and I think we’ll all have a lovely fucking time.