Introductions

Apparently the point at which your mother informs you you need a project is the point at which you start a blog.

I used to blog, until about a year ago, on a different website about my various neuroses. I’m not sure how it happened, but although I found it to be a good support through my tending towards the unbearably awkward and miserable school existence, I now at the ripe old age of nineteen feel ready to move on to something else. Something less needy.

I am really bad at geography. I feel the need to point that out up the front. I don’t know where anywhere actually is.

At any given time I sport at least six work related injuries. I currently have a bruise on my nose from an unfortunate tray incident. I work in a coffee shop where I alternate between boredom, frustration, hatred and mild interest depending on the conversation going on around me.

My plan for this blog hasn’t yet progressed towards much more than it being something. I care about politics. I find them really hard to understand, but I’m trying. I know that I am sad that I waited 18 years to vote only to have no one to support.

My brother has autism, dyspraxia and epilepsy, so issues around disability will be coming up a lot. Oh yeah, and I was brought up entirely by my mother. Guess what? We lived off benefits for a while. Scandalous in this day and age, I know.

I’m a nerd. I read, watch television and go to the cinema as much as I can. I don’t think this is a waste of my time. In fact, I plan to write about it.

I want to write. I really do. Eventually I am going to have to put this want in to slightly more regular practise, ignoring the very loud voice in my head telling me that I suck.

I think this is the point at which Eventually has to become Now.


I have no idea how this is going to go.