You know how they say the funniest people are the ones who take their circumstances completely seriously? Wit doesn't work like that. Wit is humor's megalomaniac baby cousin who shows up to the wedding completely trashed because he's just turned 21 and has something to prove. Wit is not effortless; in fact, she spends most of her life trapped in classrooms or behind standardized testing prep books, waiting for the day she can finally step into the sunlight and have her goddamn day along side the penis jokes and fart noises who spent their glory days chilling in the locker rooms, equalizing the playing field for those poor souls who didn't make it through pubescence psychologically unscathed. Wit stood behind the school, just beyond the jurisdiction of the faculty, mourning the loss of tact and clarity of thought amongst the masses, pausing every so often to take a pull on the cigarette he pawned off of a friend's older brother.
Starting a blog is hard. I actually have a concrete reason for starting this one (we'll get there eventually, I swear), and I still started this post 3 or 4 times with variations on the same theme:
"I don't know what to write or if it will be any good so please don't judge me you don't even have to read it if you don't want to I really don't care because I'm a self actualized person I promise I'm just expressing my thoughts because {................} so you can see that this really has nothing to do with you, my probably non-existent *note the humble brag* readers, this is all for ME and MY JOURNEY so there. But feel free to comment and like to affirm my existence...you know...if you want."
My point is, good people of the internet, that I tried. Because everyone gets an "A" for effort when starting their own blog, yes? Yes. I tried to supplicate you with platitudes and acknowledgements of my own diaristic ignorance, and I ended up anthropomorphizing wit and humor, using my local high school as the backdrop. You're still here, so joke's on you, my friend.
At least I'll sleep better tonight knowing that I didn't start out of the gate with "I don't know how this will go..." Because why would I ever tell you the truth on the internet?
In eleven days and twelve hours I will be getting on the biggest plane I've ever seen to fly as far away as one can get on a round planet. I'll spend a month in Hong Kong before using my brand new tourist visa to visit Guangzhou, in mainland China. For those who I haven't yet bored to death with the story, the Hong Kong and Guangzhou YMCA's have generously offered me the opportunity to spend a summer with them as an intern, working with their summer camps and learning how the Y functions internationally.
I am now debating the repercussions of mentioning my place of employment given what I have written thus far.
Well, anyway, if you love travel pictures, China, and me, this is the blog for you. I'll try to give you your money's worth.
-I haven't picked my quippy sign off yet.
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