New Outlooks

I was thinking earlier this morning, about what this blog really is. I mean, besides the obvious rants, raves, and tangents of a twenty year-old; I think that this blog is a deeper look into people, behind all the politically correct, unbiased, and sugar coated fluff that shelters people from the cold reality of things. It may sound like I'm stroking my ego here, but I really only like to use big words and go on lengthy trains of thought. So sue me. But anyways, I was recently inspired when a friend of mine was interviewed for a tumblr account, providing insight on whomever the writer thought was interesting. I'm going to be taking a slightly different approach, and interview friends of mine whom are up-and-coming (insert profession here). I see a lot of potential in all of these people, and want to share their personal thoughts on life, their career goals, and everything in between. Starting with underground Chicago Rapper: G.O.D Jewels.

Juxtaposed to exhibit A: a normal person

I'm faking it. This control and confidence and security. I'm not even sure if I was fooling anyone to begin with. It bugs me more than it should sometimes that I can't relate to people. I feel like a damn outcast and I'm not sure how to fix it. I'm not even sure if it should be/can be fixed. Should we change our nature? Can we change our nature? I don't cry anymore. Not when I should. I think it's all back there - my sympathy, my empathy, my giving a damn. But now when something happens to m friends or family all I can find myself doing is asking how everything's going and offering my support. I know somewhere deep inside I should be more troubled that they're having problems but I can't seem to muster that much sincerity. I can't seem to fully shake my own problems...does this make me a normal person or an uncaring bitch? I can't stop thinking about the talk that I had with my friend months ago...I hate that this person that I let my guard down to just took off the handicaps and swung away with reckless abandon. I feel myself starting to clam up, so I think I'll continue this mental babble later on.