#WTF: Who am I? (a tale of self discovery)
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Michael. I met him on Facebook not too long ago, and he is about to embark on his own journey into self discovery, and wanted to share his findings with you all. For reals, this is happening. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT MICHAEL!! </editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Michael Tilton
Oh man, I had so many great ideas for this an hour ago and now my mind has gone blank, my mouth is a desert, and my nerves are as shot as Virginia Tech. I had all these amazing ideas to write about and now this.
Fuck.
I woke up at 8:00am today after a yet another night of excessive drinking and figured I'd check my Facebook to see how people responded to my drunken post about how nice guys need to man up (yes, I wrote that while drunk. You'd be amazed how often that happens (probably not)) when I stumbled upon talknerdytomelover.com. The person who runs it, Jen, talks about all kinds of random shit on there and it's very entertaining, obviously I'm hinting that you should read it, but it's the candor with which she writes that impressed me most. She knows who she is and she's happy with it.
I want that more than anything.
So, with some inspiration and courage from her, I've decided to make this. I've decided to speak with the same amount of candor, if not more, and be completely honest. I'm going to put myself out there, be completely unfiltered, and metaphorically lay naked for all the world to bare witness to. I'm basically going to let people get to know the real me in an attempt to learn about myself. I'm going to discuss myself, my past, and my thoughts. It's going to be a blog dedicated to me and my journey of self discovery.
Narcissism all up in this bitch y'all! Woo!
I guess I should say a little about myself given the celebration of introspective gluttony this blog is going to contain. I'm Michael. I'm 24. I'm a Libra. I like long moon-lit walks on the beach and helping out my mother. I'm a moderate. I'm an agnostic who's heavily athiest. I'm socially awkward. My self confidence is lower than New Orleans' elevation (BAM! Geography joke!). I try to be what I want others to be but well, I fail 80% of the time probably. I suffer from severe depression. I'm prone to anxiety attacks. I have an inferiority complex out the ass. I'm an attention whore. I'm a lush. I'm a hypocrite. I'm a liar. I treat people like shit. I get frustrated over stupid shit. I'm full of myself. I push old people into traffic, kick puppies, and burn down churches.
...and yet I somehow have friends.
So, I propose a toast with your imaginary, or real, glasses of wine: To self-discovery, one of the defining characteristics of sentience, to me, for I am taking the time to type this after all, to you, you're taking the time to read this after all, and to tits. I always toast to tits.
Also, here's a picture of Spiderman:
