i waffle when considering what i want my "real" blog to focus on. i can only write about that which i feel passionately about. much of the time, that is the feeling of being trapped in a cubicle, wishing to escape. it is a bit melodramatic because this is a white person problem, i'm making good money and should just grin and bear it. but the lessons we learn nowadays instruct us to follow our dreams, do what you love, and that theoretically can mean quitting your good paying job [in which you do useless stuff] in order to do things that are either a) more rewarding b) help others or c) both, ideally.

i do want to help people, but in a selfish capacity. i want people to love me in the process. i want them to eat up my writing. that's pretty vain.