What is there to really say. How can a person in a tiny section entitled "About Me", even begin to describe the trials, tribulations, conquests, challenges, and adventures that has truly made that person who he or she is today.
Is this where I am supposed to "sell" myself to the popular culture who ventures onto my MySpace page? Describe my successes and gloat about who I am and how special I am? Maybe put up some pictures of me taking pictures of my scantally clad body in a mirror? Want to see my abs? Lets go to the beach. Should I tell you about how successful I am, what kind of car I drive, and how much money I make? Recently, I've realize how trivial all of these things really are.
Or...in direct contradiction to the aforementioned paragraph: Is this where I am suppose to post some tight pants, make-up wearing, emo pictures? Cry out to the world like the countless emo-kids who crave, want, need attention? I'm sorry your parents didn't tell you they loved you enough. I'm sorry you aren't happy that your parent's bought you a BMW instead of that Aston Martin you wanted.
We are like shop windows in which we are continually arranging, concealing or illuminating the supposed qualities others ascribe to us - in order to deceive ourselves.
If you feel that my life or times are of significant interest. Send me a message and I'll gladly have an intellectual discussion with you. Don't get me wrong, I love meeting people and getting to know new people...it just seems that MySpace has become a medium for emotional teenagers and charlitans to exhaust the patience of the masses.
