My sister and I kind of make fun of my brother all the time. He's kind of a weird kid. You know, the weird I am talking about. And if you don't I will describe it. If you went to high school anytime around the time that I did, you probably had those kids that were hardcore into anime and manga. They only read fantasy books and think that Christopher Paolini (or whatever young fantasy upstart exists at the time) can be likened to god. My brother isn't as extreme as they are, but he is about midway.
But at the same time, my brother reminds me a lot of myself when I was that age. I tell my sister that all the time. That we have no reason to be concerned about his social standing until he reaches 10th grade. That is about the time when I became like socially adept. I am still weird as fuck, but I also have really cool friends so I feel like I hit a really good median.
I say all this because recently I ran into my old Xanga. And promptly deleted it. It wasn't anything super embarrassing, but it reminded me of that person that I really just do not want to be. I like to think that I have grown since then. I don't settle so much and I have way more confidence.
Whatever.
What I am saying is that Xanga may be gone but I guess the angst isn't. Self-reflection 2012 style. Way less poetry and song lyrics and way more prose.
More insightful stuff to come. And hopefully more regular updates.
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