Life (that is, my life) as it stands right now is bordering nonexistence. The only yardstick by which I can measure myself at this juncture is that of my social habits, as they are really the only habits of note. Translation: I can, at this particular point in time, only be described by the people in my life, rather than by my own merits.
I find this to be a terrible tragedy not in the choices I have made in friends, as they are all great people with no real notable exception. It is instead a great disappointment in myself for my lack of use of that potential that I can see within myself.
I have grown over the past few months into something of a funk. As I reflect on what might have brought this about, it all points back to my frustrations with myself, specifically my inability to really define my goals to myself, as well as define a clear path that I might take to attain those goals.
Imagine if you will, a monkey in a cage. (Monkeys are great as entertainment, but also serve well in the following analogy!) The simian has perhaps the second greatest potential for intelligence on the planet. He is only held in his iron and steel prison by a simple concept, that of a lynchpin. He knows that the concept is simple, as he sees the trainers and workers open his cage daily to feed and play with him. He cannot, however, figure out for himself how to operate this seemingly simple mechanism. He can see freedom all around him, and all he need do to attain it is solve one very simple puzzle, but the answer continually eludes him. It is such a small obstacle, that in the scheme of the universe it seems almost laughable. However, it is the one thing keeping this very intelligent creature from reaching the blissful freedom of escape, instead dooming him to a life of solitude and captivity.
That's a small part of how I've been feeling; like I can see that one small obstacle, whether it be internal or external, that stands between me and my goal, but don't know how to overcome it. I know it can be done, as I see it done almost daily, but I have yet to figure out how I am supposed to jump the hurdle. Perhaps it's because I'm not running? Anyway, don't fall prey to the funk. It smells bad.

This is fact. I have not yet graduated to the status of "Tool Bag," though I'm working on that as we speak. I'm not sure how yet. Back later on that.

Run away!

Man, I suck so hard at being secretive and mysterious. Though, I guess I wasn't trying too hard, as I was looking at myspace stuff at work...

Anyway, I'll let everyone come to me. Is it because I'm a megalomaniacal freak who must have control over the will of the masses? Perhaps. The more likely scenario, however, is that I am simply too lazy to care about mystery or intrigue. That is, of course, unless I'm trying to figure something out, in which case I am relentless. Like a fox... with rabies.

Who's going to be the first of my coworkers to find me on here? Will it be Nate, who saw me create this account? All signs point to "He forgot about it."

Bwahahahaha....