hello, allow me to ramble
Firstly, thanks for visiting.
As pictured above (left), I am the youngest child—part-time scallywag, part-time champion of the underdog. I have always been attune to what lies between the lines and beneath the surface, no doubt the byproduct of countless hours trying to decipher my sister’s mood or decode the strange rituals of my brothers’ band of friends. My low-rank runt status has made me a lifelong observer of human behavior and down a path of incessant inquiry. I am in constant pursuit of understanding what the hell is going on. Inside me, and in the world around me. It is a rewarding, unsolvable puzzle.
As we enter another level in this century’s spiral of doom, I am increasingly aware of what a luxury it is to create anything. That I can type and read and share my thoughts is no small thing, it’s important to remember this. And so, even amidst an ongoing world war of existence, I tell myself to pump up the gratitude and get to it. In dark times, us scallywags must use what we have with greater productivity and appreciation. Our gifts of humor and expression and our shared connection with others are truly what we are here to contribute. I hope that with each passing day, I can fight off the demons of ego and self-sabotage to stay informed and be of more use—not for nothing, but for something. Perhaps we can do that together.