All good things (Starwars for example) begin with an introduction. Not that I presume that this blog is one of those ”good things”, but an introduction seems to be proper anyway.
My name is Daphne. I’m probably younger than you are (considering that I’m younger than the majority of the world’s population), but you can decide for yourself how young you think I am. Let’s be honest – I am little more than a fictional character to you. We have never met nor will we ever meet. Like any fictional character, you will flesh out my personality to conform to the sort of identity that you think I should have. You might see me as an academic scholar, or a caring humanitarian, or a lazy ne’er-do-well. All of those characters would (and will) be supported by my true character, a multifaceted person with many contradicting interests and passions. We have something in common. You can decide for yourself what you think that is.
In case you had not figured it out, I have no intention of giving out the address of this blog to the people I know and love. I’m really just doing this because I love to write. I love the sound of my own writing. Everyday, hundreds of opinions and reactions pile into the space between my ears and I now have an outlet for those experiences. But the fact that I’m not advertising this blog doesn’t mean I have deluded myself into thinking that no one will ever read it. If I wanted this to be confidential, I would have wandered over to Barnes and Nobel to buy a shiny new journal notebook (I have one, and I use it for the more private thoughts I have). I don’t know if anyone I know will ever get a hold of this address, but I don’t plan on revealing anything incriminating anyway, so they can have it.
Don’t worry, this won’t be another emo diary where I tell you how unfair my parents are and how I ponder suicide. I’m not like that (if you hadn’t already come to that conclusion).
Well now that the introduction is over, we can actually begin…
