A moronic way to start a blog would be to ask a philosophical question. I shall attempt it right...
Now: How do you define a Human Being?
Human Beings, on an average, are supposed to be intelligent, cultured, who has some sort of a morality within them somewhere (the obvious exception being Dick Cheney).
Many of you will disagree with the above statement (many of you will also disagree about the Cheney part), but the fact remains that these are what seperates us from every other species in the world. But there is already a defination of Humanity that we are all aware of : "to err is Human." That's right. To err is Human; whilst "to kinda, like, ya'know is Paris Hilton." I am no different from the other members of my specie. I too make mistakes, lots of them. I too do wrong things, sometimes intentionally. I too hate According to Jim.
On top of all this, I too am a pile of defects. If you are wondering what I mean by a pile of defects, here's what I mean:
I :
1)am epileptic,
2)am short (as in 5 ft, 4 inch),
3)am balding,
4)am unemployed,
5)am 26 years old but still have not passed out of college,
6)have a bad handwriting,
7)can't speak properly,
8)am horrible at striking up a conversation with someone,
9)have a hard time keeping an emotional relationship with someone alive,
10)don't want to have an emotional relationship with someone in the first place,
and 11)am personally unimpressive.
These were just the most obvious ones. But it's enough to make someone run the other way when I show up at a party. But the best thing (or the worst part) about all these is the fact that I am not at all ashamed or apologetic for my faults. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone has faults. There are no Saints in this world. I live in peace because I live with the knowledge that it's not only me; everyone is a bastard.
This is who I am, and whatever my blog will be about, most of it's readers will not agree with me. If you want to read it nonetheless -- go ahead, waste your time, just like I was doing so far up till right...
Now.
