Untitled.

Why are we so attached to our ideas? Anytime someone infringes on a product of our thoughts, we take deep offense. But these thoughts are meant to be shared, dissected, regurgitated, remolded... and this can only happen with others to guide us. Yet, we demand credit for ideas we believe our minds developed without any exposure to external stimuli. And then, we guard our opinions with creative licenses, shooing away any tongues that dare to mimic us and pass our thinking as their own. But do our names bear more weight than our ideas? Can people warm up to us as easily as they would a string of words capturing the essence and complexity of feelings? Who are we revering- the writer or the words?

Mole Rodel.

As if my sedentary life which involves a daily commute from my bed to my parents' sofa wasn't exhausting enough, I think I've found a better way to simplify it all.

The importance of anything in life can be divided as 
Page 1 of Google's search results
 vs. 
Page 2+, Bing, Yahoo!, Altavista, and college's attempts at coding their own search engines which ultimately yield results from Google, so. 

It's a little dense, considering the simplistic approach I was going for, and I will probably have to shorten it so that I can be easily quoted on Twitter or the 16th Century version of that, "The Quoter." Or the 5000 A.D. one of that, "The Scribbler."

But here's what I've lied saying that Page 1 of my life looks like:

1. entry level jobs
2. what's a 401 k
3. can sentences end in verbs
4. how to eat healthier
5. tips on starting non-profits
6. business plans for new grads
7. financial forecast for 2014
8. new tech startups
9. best investments for 20 yr olds
10. fall weekend trips north east coast
11. bbc world news
12. teach yourself html
13. diy emilio pucci clutch
14. bloomingdales emilio pucci clutch

Here's what it has looked like for four months:

1. non counseling jobs for psych grads
2. how to write
3. creative writing tips
4. guy wont ask me out
5. how to shave down there
6. syria crisis explained
7. amy poehler gifs
8. how to make money fast
   a. no drugs
   b. no sex stuff
   c. nothing illegal
   d. nothing too good to be true
   e. no scams involving helping fictional princes
9. how many calories in cranberry vodka
10. how many calories in margarita
11. what does it mean when someones looking for a companion
12. bar anticipation jersey shore dress code
13. what are sandals
14. how to dry nails fast

There it is. My life, from the past four months, summated. And holy shit, I can't even feign embarrassment. At times, I feel a little bad for NOT feeling bad. I really should be ashamed of my apathy. But then I realize how little I do care, so that helps. Does that make sense? So, I'm aware of my lack of apathy. And the awareness hits me hard and claws at my conscience. But then my conscience checks in with my feelings (of INDIFFERENCE), and they just give them an "all clear" signal, and I move the heck on. Except I don't use the word "heck" ever.

I graduated from college four months ago. In that time, the days dragged at a French snail's pace, yet every night, around 9 or 10 p.m., I stopped to ask myself, "Where the heck did the day go?" Again, I don't use the word "heck". Four months, so that's like 30 days a month. So about 120 days and 120 nights. 120 nights that I have reflected and realized that my day mostly went to shit. Some of those nights buzzed. Some seeking solace in dark chocolate biscotti. Some fidgeting around a guy. Some belly-ache laughs with close friends. Some tears over failed opportunities. Some groaning over strained muscles. Many wondering where the heck my life is going. Again, I don't use the word "heck." Did anyone catch that I don't know how quotation marks and periods relate to each other?

Insufferable sigh.

And so, here I am. Hoping for this blog to extend to various facets of my life. Trying to "bottle up" the wondrous and the horrendous. Issues that interest, upset, anger, enlighten, please, worry, me. Whatever. I can't be bothered to write a proper conclusion.

There's that apathy again. What the HECK.