Nov 20 2008
About
My name is of no importance, but I’m still going to give it to you. It’s Alexander. My friends call me Alex and my enemies call me all sorts of derogatory things, but Alexander is what I prefer. It makes me sound more professional and pretentious. Both of which are things I aspire to be in my every effort in life, but more the former than the latter.
I’m a young man living in the middle of Washington on a college campus filled with empty heads, vacant looks, and the occasional enlightened mind, that can remove themselves from the world, look at it with scrutiny and without bias, and then rejoin reality with a sense of what’s really going on. I’m one of those enlightened people, or at least I consider myself to be.
I don’t usually set out to scathe the world around me, but I certainly can and will with some of my brooks of consciousness. I’ve been brought up to see the best in people and the good in the world. That’s a winning philosophy, but it’s inane when placed against the other, ignorant, more corrupt side of the world. This is where the conflict arises within me and many others I’m sure. It’s hard to see shiny happy people when all you see is dross with depth and intelligence of a spoon. Still, following in what my mother taught me, I strive to let the light shine through the doldrums of life, in what I write.
You’ll certainly read of stark, intemperate realities, but you should always take away enlightenment. That is wisdom.
