An obligatory opening from a faceless friend

It’s always peculiar writing something about yourself.

I sit here (well… im lying down at the moment) and wonder how so many people are happy expressing their feelings so openly to a forum that consists of mainly people that you will never meet.

Are we all pawns to a culture that runs on knowing other peoples business? Or, do we as ‘normal’ people, lust after creativity that will perhaps, but very unlikely, make us a someone?

I don’t plan on using this as a platform to preach, but perhaps as a study. I personally find it very difficult to sum up the way I feel in words, verbal or otherwise. But I do have a natural ability to understand situations. How ever they lay themselves before me.

I’m a watcher. And I plan on devouring everything with my eyes, hoping to give a little back to those people that are lost. That are devoid of direction, and wandering aimlessly with a distinct lack of ‘life satisfaction’.