Introduction to: Wasted Youth

    I think I should give a little background as to how this blog came to be and why it is what it is. As of one year today I started my first big boy job. I stepped into corporate America; roughly 5 months ago I became newly single from a relationship that will always play a big factor in my life, and roughly some hour of January 1^st, 2015 I realized that I had let a great deal of my life pass me by.

    Hear me out, that is not to say that I wasted any number of years, No, most of it held great lessons for life. What I mean by “pass me by” is that I spent so much time trying to figure out how to grow up that I never stopped to be a young adult and truly do things that left me with those WTF stories.  

    Wasted Youth summarizes that exact view, those years from 18 to 26 where you live with a sense of little consequence because you feel invincible. I am not saying I don’t have any stories from those years, (I do, and I may share them sometime) but not as many as I should, and defiantly not as crazy as they should be.  Granted that doesn’t mean I plan to make up for those years by acting like a barbarian in life for the next few, but I did make a resolution to live every day to the best of my ability in 2015. Wasted Youth is meant to be a collection of thoughts and experiences that I have learned from my years of constant worry about how to grow up and be an adult and the new adventures I experience in life in the coming years. I want it to be something that makes people think and evaluate, something that makes them laugh and even cry. I honestly just wanted a way to share things with the world that maybe they weren’t seeing themselves.

    I spent my late teens trying to discover what was wrong with me and then again in my early twenties. I spent my early and mid-twenties wondering how to be an adult who could take care of himself and loved ones and someday provide for a family. I spent all of those years constantly wanting to know what I was supposed to do instead of finding it for myself. If you have ever felt lost or confused, ever questioned your purpose or just felt like an outcast than I hope that Wasted Youth can inspire you time and time again but if not, I hope that you take at least one little thing with you from it…Live Your Life!

 

 

The Very First Post...2.0

 

    I sit here currently eating Beef Stroganoff and binge watching Friends while trying to establish a blog. Why a blog, I don’t know. Chandler just asked his friends, “How do you know if you want to do it in an elevator?” That is a legitimate question, one that deserves answering.


How Do You Know If You Want To Do ”IT” In An Elevator?
   
    The first thing to consider when debating this question is simple… Are you afraid of being caught? Most sensible people in the world are either respectful enough to keep their adult situations behind closed doors, or to afraid to be caught in such throws of passion. Why? Why are we afraid to be caught ass naked in public with someone that makes our heart rate sky rocket more than a 32oz Monster energy drink? It is illegal and costly so that is why…but it is also why it is fun! The excitement of getting caught may be what pushes people to have sex in elevators. At this point I think the answer is simple… and I am also just rambling really to overcome writers block which we will get to. You just know if you want to have sex in an elevator! I must declare that the original question is rather flawed…who is riding an elevator so long that they have time to have sensual, and successful sex in said elevator? Did you somehow manage to reserve an elevator inside of the Empire State Building just so that you can bone for a brief ride to the top? If anything, elevators are more of a four play place and the destination should be your sex spot…aka the roof or lobby!


Writers Block:

    I constantly find myself out in the masses or sitting at work thinking about anything that comes to mind. The World, The Economy, The way that the male and female brains work, and then as I dive deeper I begin to create these thoughts that I want to share. Finally I told myself that I was going to start a blog and relay these thoughts with homes of receiving debate and conversation. The day has come, I am here, now, sitting at this screen and it shines violently back at me with mockery. I am unable to think of a single thing to write about. Instead of addressing the damage Online Dating has done to the dating world or the flaws of musical bigotry all I can manage to muster up is… Sex in an Elevator. The muse is cruel is she not?