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Rated: 18+ · Other · Teen · #1997232
My personal story of a an encounter with my worst enemy. Myself.
I’ve always considered people with blogs to be rather narcissistic. I mean not every single person in every single continent, in every single country, in every single state, in every single city, in every single goddamn house needs to know about your thoughts or opinions. Not everyone can be a great philosopher like John Locke, Plato or Aristotle okay, those are people who are one in a million. Then again by those standards it would be common to know someone with the intellectual abilities as said people considering we live in a world populated by 7 billion people. But that’s besides the point. I decided, not that I am an exception to every other narcissist who constantly updates their twitter or facebook sharing every thought, to create a virtual journal seen as how I think my old fashion hand written work is so spectacular. See there is the narcissism. Not uncommon for my generation also known as “Generation Me”. I do intend to play along with the cliches of being an anonymous blogger who uses pseudonyms, and leads a dark and mysterious life. Though to be honest my life is rather average.



I will disclose this, as I want to attract a certain audience, though this may limit the people who become interested in my blog in the first place, which I’m betting will be minimal at best… I am a female teenager living in the “mean streets” of Brooklyn. I’ve lived here my entire life and I have never witnessed a shooting, robbery, or any other negative stereotypes that are given about the “Big Apple”. I don’t travel into Manhattan everyday, in fact I’ve never done most of the tourist oriented activities. Though I have seen some tourists take pictures of trash cans and listen to them marvel about a hot dog cart (the latter was my cousin). I am fairly familiar with the local cuisine, know some fun things to do for little money, cuz’ you know how us teenagers are with our money. I’ve always liked to think of myself above the normal average teenager. That I’m more mature and responsible. In this day and age it’s not hard to look responsible, you just have to not be stupid and stick to basic mannerisms.



So why am I creating a blog? Well. For one reason, why not? I refuse to open a tumblr or twitter account though I do occasionally go on facebook, mainly to satisfy my candy crush addiction.. Don’t judge.. For another I’ve recently been through a self-metamorphosis, if you will, that followed my suicide attempt a few months ago. As usually suggested by therapists I was instructed to be more aware of my feelings and what better way to do that then to log them all down.



Though I found, at first, my situation to be unique, I quickly learned how common it was for teenagers to have the same problems as me. This brief phase in life, a chapter in a life long book and a rather short one at that, can be the determining factor of the direction of the rest of your life. Not that I’m saying you can’t have other revelations later on in life, or that you’re fucked if you don’t follow the “right path”. That is definitely not true. But it’s hard to realize this when all you can focus on is preparing for the future. Plus the teenage mind is honestly a fascinating place. It’s sexual curiosity mixed with a deep desire for independence and a strong belief that you know everything there is to know about life. The most interesting being the sexuality discoveries you tend to go through.



When you think about it, everything in life boils down to sex. I’m serious. Have you read the Bible? I highly recommend you do, but don’t read it as a religious artifact, read it as if it were that copy of 50 Shades of Gray you discreetly picked up along with another Judy Bloom book to relive childhood memories. I guarantee that your mind will be blown. Everything in that book is about sex. I bet the real reason that Hitler went after the Jewish and mentally disabled communities was because he didn’t get his dick sucked enough.. You’d think Eva would have done a better job pleasing his freakishly disturbing desires.



That’s the kind of person I am; my world is based off of dark humor, but that’s always the thing that’s most popular. People are dark and twisted, no argument necessary. Anyways I’m rambling, I hope that, to those of you who have read on this far, you find my stories interesting and my humor not to offensive. Hopefully I will get at least one reader. That is all I’m asking for. And to that first reader, do me a favor and send me some kind of sign so I know not to feel completely pathetic about having a blog that nobody reads. I don’t care if you leave a comment or throw a flaming-shit bag at my door. Anything will do..
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