Greetings Dogma,
After an extended absence from this conformed cyber journalism, I have come to an extreme and socially abstract decision in which I avoid commonly ingested, and gluttonously ego driven social media and technology. With that being presented my cell phone, laptop, and ipod became nothing more to me but over sized paper weights and mental stress balls that I could violently hurl at my gravel riddled drive-way. An unusual state-of-mind to purchase real-estate in, yet it has a rather simple beautiful hue to it. I learned to adapt a view that has been furthermore neglected by this competitive, capitalistic, self-indulging monster known as society. I really guess the tower I'm trying to construct here is...I have changed Dogma, I have changed in a way that is indescribable; no witty, vocab-infested, metaphor, no media-related, aggressively ill, wise crack...just nothing. Yet...I can describe how the events unfolded. The events that have forcefully convinced me to change directions of this over-clustered, over-advertised, media driven blog that I have created. (Only seems fair...seeing as I've only had 3 previous installments of this shab, this request is hardly unreasonable) I do apologize, yet I fancy myself a storyteller over a critic. More like a Homer...yea! A Homer! ...like maybe a better looking version of him but I posses far superior stories...if not at least ones of equal stature. Now all of my ridiculious tales are for the unbridled pleasure and entertainment of my listeners (In this scenario, I'm referring to you Dogma) All of my stories hold significant emotional and sentimental value to me, every different excerpt holds a stern life-lesson and an evolution of me as a person. Now I'm no Ernest Hemingway, so conveying this evolution of human ambition through words seems down-right ludicrous. So as stated above, these stories shall only act as some-what humorous babble which your great minds will feast upon and immediately regurgitate like an overly expired TV dinner found in the back corner of your freezer. Now a majority of my stories are birthed from either my hometown of Hamilton NJ or my college town of York PA. Each town has a variety of key players and places I will attempt to convey as clearly as I may. Yet organization is never promised when reconstructing a visual lobotomy of previous events in my life. So I will do my best not to turn this mural of memories into a 3 year old's finger-painting session. I shall start from the beginning of my self-liberating proclamation.
Hamilton, NJ- Several days after I had graduated high school (yea....I said it.....I graduated high school...get off my back world) I had brought it upon myself to sever ties with nearly every individual I knew in school. Why...you inquire? Maybe a coming-of-age revelation? Maybe some traumatic calamity that was bestowed upon me in high school? Maybe I was just bored? My best hypothesis is the undeniable fog of social smugness. An over abundance of fake popularity-driven sociopaths who I considered to be dear to me. HA! What rubbish, the illusion of happiness came from an unusually high Facebook friend count or the never-ending plethora of fraudulent endearing emails. Overwhelmed, yet with eyes wide open my outgoing personality shriveled and withered to a reserved shut-in. I didn't exactly plan my course for this mental genocide of high school acquaintances, so my older brother Aaron had decided to let me accompany him on his escapades one summer afternoon. What transpired was nothing of significant importance but of personal peace-of-mind. I had met two unlikely individuals, one a big, baby-faced, innocent brute; the other, a tiny, seemingly fragile, SEEMINGLY innocent little girl. (Notice the emphasis on "seemingly") The Minotaur looking man was Ryan Roberts and the little-red-riding-hood looking girl was Trish. (Her last name is extremely polish as well as being extremely hard to spell) These two, over the next few years, will become my closest compadres when looking to disrupt the establishment and through the rugged tertian of my social and emotional reconstruction of my life. These two, however I have seen previously through-out my journey of public schooling. Ryan, was once on an opposing handball team in a vicious "battle royal" during gym class, and Trish had been positioned adjacent to me in a world history class. No words where exchanged with either of them during our high school stay, except for the mutual understanding that Trish and I would alter each other's marks to our liking when grading one another's test paper. (Consistently perfect papers were dished out on both of our parts)
Party after party we attended, introducing and inducting me into their comfortable social click, as if I were an orphan they'd recently adopted and wanted to show-off to the celeb world for a limited taste of the big spotlight on the social media sites. Almost instantly I was accepted, meeting a slew of new people accompanied with fresh mind-sets, brash personalities, and a consistently open mind for anyone or anything new. This is what we had in common. This is why I was so quickly accepted. The people around me, for once in my existence, did not care how the world judged them. I didn't feel as if I were trapped on an episode of "The Real World" congested with the obsessive arguments, pre-teen drama, and narcissistic ego's of muscle head scrubs. Sure, we didn't exactly keep our nose's clear (well...in the eyes of conformed society we didn't) yet...nothing was ever malicious, nothing ever negatively geared to sodomize or demoralize another's being...just ...generally good vibes.
"Wow Dylan, great description, I feel like I can vividly depict each and everyone of your friends and their accompanied personalities."
Hush, hush Dogma! I am merely organizing my thoughts in a manner that one can easily define the point I am trying to sharpen...my dearest apologies if you just think I lumber around with Goliath and the little white rabbit from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and who have just recently introduced me to the group of free-flowing, open-minded individuals out of "Hair" yet an influx of heavy detail would make this blog severely over-whelming and extremely boring. (As opposed to moderately boring...which it is now)
I digress, my social circle was slimmer then Natalie Portman in Black Swan, but just as appealing. Well maybe not just as appealing, (Natalie Portman is a tough act to follow) but still...pretty damn appealing.
Yet as the end of the summer season encroached, the tight social circle began to dispatch with many of it's usual party-goers shipping off to their respective colleges and universities. With a familiar, lonely gloom gracing my knowledge, my emotions spiked like gas prices as I had come to the brutal realization that I too will soon be relocated to the land of York, PA to start my first college semester. Vicious images of overly judgmental peers molesting my character with their closed-minded eyes poured through my cranium as my heart sizzled and shriveled with the painfully fear of loneliness. My agreement and acceptance to the college came long before I had actually thought about my decision and the consequences that accompanied it. I had unknowingly signed myself up for another constant grind, another never-ending struggle...a socially driven race to fit the ideals of the occupants at York College of Pennsylvania.
Now Dogma as my newly stimulated blog draws to a close, I hope you may appreciate the little knowledge I have relayed to you of my closest friends. More description of them shall come in later installments of my blog, yet my message is fairly evident. People thrive off of new experiences, different places, and ripe youthful mindsets. Ryan and Trish were merely apparitions during my public schooling years, and now dearest friends of mine shortly after. This comes not from my social anxiety but from my security of leaving a socially deemed "click." People skulk by you everyday, whether that be on the street, or in the halls, or on a subway....those people that you remain silent around due to a terrible social phobia of not knowing that person. Yet it's that person who may brighten your day...and even change your life.
Hamilton, NJ- Several days after I had graduated high school (yea....I said it.....I graduated high school...get off my back world) I had brought it upon myself to sever ties with nearly every individual I knew in school. Why...you inquire? Maybe a coming-of-age revelation? Maybe some traumatic calamity that was bestowed upon me in high school? Maybe I was just bored? My best hypothesis is the undeniable fog of social smugness. An over abundance of fake popularity-driven sociopaths who I considered to be dear to me. HA! What rubbish, the illusion of happiness came from an unusually high Facebook friend count or the never-ending plethora of fraudulent endearing emails. Overwhelmed, yet with eyes wide open my outgoing personality shriveled and withered to a reserved shut-in. I didn't exactly plan my course for this mental genocide of high school acquaintances, so my older brother Aaron had decided to let me accompany him on his escapades one summer afternoon. What transpired was nothing of significant importance but of personal peace-of-mind. I had met two unlikely individuals, one a big, baby-faced, innocent brute; the other, a tiny, seemingly fragile, SEEMINGLY innocent little girl. (Notice the emphasis on "seemingly") The Minotaur looking man was Ryan Roberts and the little-red-riding-hood looking girl was Trish. (Her last name is extremely polish as well as being extremely hard to spell) These two, over the next few years, will become my closest compadres when looking to disrupt the establishment and through the rugged tertian of my social and emotional reconstruction of my life. These two, however I have seen previously through-out my journey of public schooling. Ryan, was once on an opposing handball team in a vicious "battle royal" during gym class, and Trish had been positioned adjacent to me in a world history class. No words where exchanged with either of them during our high school stay, except for the mutual understanding that Trish and I would alter each other's marks to our liking when grading one another's test paper. (Consistently perfect papers were dished out on both of our parts)
Party after party we attended, introducing and inducting me into their comfortable social click, as if I were an orphan they'd recently adopted and wanted to show-off to the celeb world for a limited taste of the big spotlight on the social media sites. Almost instantly I was accepted, meeting a slew of new people accompanied with fresh mind-sets, brash personalities, and a consistently open mind for anyone or anything new. This is what we had in common. This is why I was so quickly accepted. The people around me, for once in my existence, did not care how the world judged them. I didn't feel as if I were trapped on an episode of "The Real World" congested with the obsessive arguments, pre-teen drama, and narcissistic ego's of muscle head scrubs. Sure, we didn't exactly keep our nose's clear (well...in the eyes of conformed society we didn't) yet...nothing was ever malicious, nothing ever negatively geared to sodomize or demoralize another's being...just ...generally good vibes.
"Wow Dylan, great description, I feel like I can vividly depict each and everyone of your friends and their accompanied personalities."
Hush, hush Dogma! I am merely organizing my thoughts in a manner that one can easily define the point I am trying to sharpen...my dearest apologies if you just think I lumber around with Goliath and the little white rabbit from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and who have just recently introduced me to the group of free-flowing, open-minded individuals out of "Hair" yet an influx of heavy detail would make this blog severely over-whelming and extremely boring. (As opposed to moderately boring...which it is now)
I digress, my social circle was slimmer then Natalie Portman in Black Swan, but just as appealing. Well maybe not just as appealing, (Natalie Portman is a tough act to follow) but still...pretty damn appealing.
Yet as the end of the summer season encroached, the tight social circle began to dispatch with many of it's usual party-goers shipping off to their respective colleges and universities. With a familiar, lonely gloom gracing my knowledge, my emotions spiked like gas prices as I had come to the brutal realization that I too will soon be relocated to the land of York, PA to start my first college semester. Vicious images of overly judgmental peers molesting my character with their closed-minded eyes poured through my cranium as my heart sizzled and shriveled with the painfully fear of loneliness. My agreement and acceptance to the college came long before I had actually thought about my decision and the consequences that accompanied it. I had unknowingly signed myself up for another constant grind, another never-ending struggle...a socially driven race to fit the ideals of the occupants at York College of Pennsylvania.
Now Dogma as my newly stimulated blog draws to a close, I hope you may appreciate the little knowledge I have relayed to you of my closest friends. More description of them shall come in later installments of my blog, yet my message is fairly evident. People thrive off of new experiences, different places, and ripe youthful mindsets. Ryan and Trish were merely apparitions during my public schooling years, and now dearest friends of mine shortly after. This comes not from my social anxiety but from my security of leaving a socially deemed "click." People skulk by you everyday, whether that be on the street, or in the halls, or on a subway....those people that you remain silent around due to a terrible social phobia of not knowing that person. Yet it's that person who may brighten your day...and even change your life.
