The time has finally come. Here it is- my little anticipated, not likely awaited, but certainly graded first blog post. I would like nothing more than to capture your undivided attention with an enticing play by play account of my day, but considering I’m not Spiderman, a criminal at large, or both (Venom?!) I will do no such thing. I know that you would love to hear a statistical assortment of facts about my life, but I don’t feel like typing up all of that, as interesting as it may not be. Instead, after a minute or two of hard concentration while staring at my word cursor appear and disappear (it’s still doing it, in case you wanted to know), I have decided to take you along with me for a journey through the trials and tribulations of my life. So grab your tennis shoes, don’t forget to lock your door, and join me for a trip down memory lane.
There has only been one time in my life when I’ve truly been free of obligation. It was a time of no worries, concerns, or chores of my own to do. Unfortunately I don’t remember this time, because I was a baby. When I was but a wee toddler, I was stripped of my handy portable bathroom I wore and had to find the bathroom by myself. I even had to learn how to feed myself. I no longer had a bottle that didn’t spill, rather a cup that could very easily lose all of its contents. When I was just a little boy, I was thrust into the world of public education and forced to sit quietly when I really didn’t want to, just to get a tiny printed letter on a flimsy sheet of paper that meant nothing to me. Even so, I was raised to believe that this was of the utmost life-and-death sort of importance. Before I knew it I not only had to worry about grades, but I had to unravel the mysteries of an entire new species, the female. Up until that point, there was no difference between me and the creature with longer hair. Suddenly there are hormones and tension and fear and exhilaration I had never known to exist. As if these weren’t enough to worry about, a whole new world of drama and responsibility came with high school. I had a little device I carried around that let me reach whoever I wanted whenever I wanted to (and let my parents reach me whenever they wanted to). I became the pilot of a 3,000 pound guided missile that was my means of getting around town. I had to figure out how to keep a good relationship with my parents. I had to learn firsthand how to say no (and was not always successful), even when everything inside and around me told me to say yes. People everywhere expected things of me. You may be wondering how I’ve coped with such obstacles until this point...
And to be honest, I don’t really know. But we all do it, and I’ve lived a pretty easy life compared to many. I’ve always been amazed at our ability to deal with adversity and move on, kind of like your ability to have read my entire blog post. But there you go, the wonders of life at work as usual. Until next time, this is Vinay, signing out.
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