Writing about yourself can be one of the hardest things. This challenge is not because we all can't spew words onto a page about ourselves - but instead in deciding how honest we really want to be with the reader.
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| This Isn't Chaz, this is me. |
For example, I could come on here and tell you I'm Chaz, the 35 year old body builder. Now inherently this lie has some problems. The first being that I feel my name is sufficently plastered around this blog enough that alarms of confusion might start ringing. The second being that a lot of you know me - because I directed you here with incessant pleading to read my mental excrement. Most importantly, no loving parent has the heart to name their kid Chaz.
So, maybe that was a bad example. However, if I wanted to tell you I gargled mayonaise and volunteered at the homeless shelter on tuesdays, that might just be personal enough to slip by your intricate lie detecting equipment.
Since you can't trust me now, let me set a precedent: I will be as honest as I feel I can, and all lying will be obviously embellished or left out of the post all together. This will go for my blog posts also. And, no, I don't volunteer at the homeless shelter or gargle mayonaise (but I'm left wondering what the latter is like). If I liked mayonaise, maybe I'd try.
Now that you're warmed up, hello. I'm Sean, a caucasian Canadian with a slurry of European ethnic backgrounds. Now that I've really set myself apart from the rest of this fine country, I can imagine you're hanging onto every word, and drooling in anticipation of what I'll say next. That is gross, stop drooling.
We are trying this honesty thing, and I'm already having problems doing so. I feel like sometimes it can be so hard to apply adjectives to yourself, as often behaviour is circumstantial. I can be strong and weak, brave and cowardly, smart and unbelievably stupid, and lazy yet unbelievably motivated. So instead of me spouting drivel such as 'I'm nice, dur', I'll leave it to you to place one of many descriptive adjectives in the metaphorical blank while you are reading my thoughts.
I guess one thing thing I can say about myself is that I don't enjoy being cliche. Therefore, I think it is important that I point out that I do recognize the irony in how cliche creating a blog to complain about life, relate pointless and uninteresting stories, and rub adventures in your face is nowadays.
I can only illustrate how this mentally chafes me with a picture of my futile attempt to put a sock on my wet foot.
We are trying this honesty thing, and I'm already having problems doing so. I feel like sometimes it can be so hard to apply adjectives to yourself, as often behaviour is circumstantial. I can be strong and weak, brave and cowardly, smart and unbelievably stupid, and lazy yet unbelievably motivated. So instead of me spouting drivel such as 'I'm nice, dur', I'll leave it to you to place one of many descriptive adjectives in the metaphorical blank while you are reading my thoughts.
I guess one thing thing I can say about myself is that I don't enjoy being cliche. Therefore, I think it is important that I point out that I do recognize the irony in how cliche creating a blog to complain about life, relate pointless and uninteresting stories, and rub adventures in your face is nowadays.
I can only illustrate how this mentally chafes me with a picture of my futile attempt to put a sock on my wet foot.
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| Note the look of sheer frustration expressed in that scowl. |
The answer to the problem though is simply: tough luck! I'm going to do it anyways! I enjoy writing, and if you take the time to read what I say, then the onus is on you - and I successfully skirt the blame! *soliloquy* You did it Sean, you truly ARE a hero.
What more can I tell you about myself? At this time I am in my early twenties, and on the precipice of the dreaded mid-twenties. Remember that old addage 'Time flies when you're having fun!"? Well that addage is bullshit. Time flies regardless! Every year goes a little faster than its predescessor, and I'm caught in the whirlwind.
The early twenties is a weird stretch - and inherently comes with a package deal that includes a lot of mental turmoil. From age five to twenty-one I was given a very clear identity: that of a student. As a student the expectations on you to contribute to society are withheld, and you are simply expected to learn and grow. Then, come the end of University, you are thrust out into the world in what can only be compared to a rebirth. You have no identity, and yet the expectations are now a thousand times bigger. I think this is part of the reason why finding that long term job right away is such a comforting notion to many - it allows you to define yourself without much effort. A sense of identity and place in the world.
I was given the opportunity to have a job like that pretty much right out of University - and have found it didn't agree with me. Not yet, anyways. Chances are I will settle down for the long term eventually, but for now I endeavour to work to live.
I was given the opportunity to have a job like that pretty much right out of University - and have found it didn't agree with me. Not yet, anyways. Chances are I will settle down for the long term eventually, but for now I endeavour to work to live.
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| Too tough to set the backpack down, or too lazy to remove it? |
FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS
Q) What do you want to do with your life?A) Please, don't ask me that.
Q) What do you see yourself doing down the road?
A) Please, don't ask me that.
Q) What do you do with a Biology Degree?
A) I'll let you know when I do it.
