I’ve often wondered why I write or continue to attempt to write a blog; I know that I’ve always felt alone and I’ve always had this impossible feeling that there was someone else who, for what its worth would understand. Not everything but maybe one thing or relate to it in a way that I have touched them beyond their nothingness. I’ve been told that bloggers are narcisst and think that their emotions are feelings are somehow worthy of broadcast and while that maybe partially true, I can’t say it is entirely so.

In my attempt to write a book, to study culture and document my journey, I will attempt to find more poignant reasons to record my thoughts and emotions here and I hope that it proves to be more than a selfish proclamation even if I never know that I’ve made a difference.