Introduction

This is the first blog post I have ever written in my young life of eighteen years.

Despite being a casual writer, I have cautiously steered clear of cyberspace to share my works. Reasons for which, I think I’d rather elaborate on another time.

I try to introduce myself this way, but again aphasia strikes. Nothing sums up my being as well as the pretty word “aphasia”.

There was once a man named Lucky who would say the most amazing things, in a beautiful cryptic tongue, yet aphasia had him too.

The utter boredom of our lives have never been so magnificently portrayed as it has been in Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot. The scholastic types may cite it as one of the greatest examples of absurdist drama, while others think it is simply crap, but to me, it’s nothing but stating the mere obvious. We are eternally bored. That however, doesn’t make it any less brilliant.

Today I wish to begin this journey, to explore the depths of how bored I am. Bored with education, bored with the music of our times, bored with magazines, bored with fashion, bored with television, bored with movies but most of all, bored with the utter lack of creativity in the lives of people today. Bored with the fact that those around me never like to experiment anymore, with their behaviour, with their society, with their thoughts and their talents. Bored because everything seems to be laid out for me, that I have a bright affluent future ahead of me and I truly want none of it.

Perhaps I am sounding a little too cynical. No I definitely love my life and who I am. I wish there would be a little more excitement. Not just in my life, but for our society as a whole. There needs to be more adventure; I sometimes think that our times are just not tumultuous enough and that the general desire for the young generations to rebel and set new societal standards have somewhat diminished. What our generation has accomplished, in terms of social change and inception of new concepts, I seem to find really, really boring.

There are however things that excite me very much. But I have to experience most of them them alone, in a library, in front of my computer, on the streets of Toronto, in my general everyday life as a university student. The sheer psychedelia of life and nature has not faded away, but people’s interest in them seem to have.

This is just going to be my cry in the vast vacuum of cyberspace. I don’t think many will hear, but it will at least exist.