Will you make a contract with me?

So, it has occurred to me, as I enter the 22nd year of my life, that there are a lot of things that I have to say, but no means to. Or perhaps that there are things I want to share with the world, whether I a ready to or not. . . 

No, that's not quite it either. . . 

What I am trying to say is that I am forcing myself to make some kind of thing with the jumble of words in my mind. (And let me tell you, there are quite a few of them.)

Ok, I'll at least promise this to you, I'm going to do my best to make this a coherent message, rather than just a stream of consciousness thrown into words. 

So, shall we begin?

Today is my birthday!!! 22 years ago, in a place not far from where I am currently located, I was brought into this world. From that moment, I had only one goal, to live. I'd like to believe that I've done a decent job at that goal, seeing as I am not dead. (Well, there have been a few close calls. . . ) Growing up, I was a destructive little bastard, wreaking havoc everywhere I was unsupervised. I was also a free spirit, unable to be contained by any societal rules, like dress code for example. . . Which lead me to constantly be in trouble. I always was one to go off and do my own thing, and lemme tell you, that hasn't changed one bit. I spent most of my time not doing what I was supposed to, and  often replaced the activity with drawing. 

For as long as I can remember, I doodled. I drew things that I liked. It wasn't until the end of my 8th grade year that I began to perfect my style. Before I started high school, I had the idea to start a comic of my own. I've kept going with that same story, changing it to make it less crappy. (Trust me, it was bad. But you'll hear a lot more about it in later posts). Throughout high school I used my art as an outlet for expression, drawing things colored by my perception of my life and relationships. When I started college, I lost touch with my creative abilities, and it wasn't until this past year (and the help of graph paper) that I have regained them. My ability to create is possibly the most valuable thing I have, and it has only been recently that I've started to feel comfortable sharing these bizarre and unusual ideas and concepts with those close to me. 

In later posts, I will talk more about my family, in the way we behave and interact. But I have to remember, this is just the introductory post, so I can be spilling all my secrets just yet. But I digress. . . 

I hope that you will continue with me on my journey, at least over the next year. My goal is to make a post a day, even if I have nothing to say. So, take this as a proposal from me to you: will you make a contract with me, and join me in this adventure? 

PS: I hope you are also prepared for the hurricane of cat pictures that will follow. You will understand in due time.

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