Typing. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. The sound of an onomatopoeia on my new laptop, freshly unwrapped from the campus bookstore. A young man still discovering who he is and who he wants to become. . . . what an interesting time this is indeed. . . . .
As I begin this blog, thoughts of Julie and Julia flash through my head like similes in a poorly written compare-contrast essay. I can not help but wonder, down the road will this blog fall as yet another forgotten project pushed aside because its simply not my thing, or will it become me?- will this blog shift my way of thinking entirely? will this lead me down a road of journalism?- Will I become the next Anderson Cooper, Margaret Fuller, or A.J. Benza? Maybe this blog will alter the world entirely, as if I were Locke or Demothonese- but for now Andrew Wiggin is yet to be born and I have no care whatsoever.
Its interesting, isn't it? The shift between adolescence and adulthood? It can be a frightening time although most of us are to proud or under an illusion to admit it, but experience is the teacher of all things. Although we may conceptualize how we may respond to change, we can not know for sure until we are thrust into it. So as I sit here on a Wednesday evening I ask myself "how am I responding to this change?" however, I will not tell you my response to the question, wether good or bad, is personal and not something easily thrown into the cloud. So for now I sit, I ponder, and I type until my heart and mind are content.
Up to this point I have said nothing of importance. only cheap words backed by nothing but what all good writers would consider "fluff." So now what? Where will this young man lead you next? on a thrilling car chase? To a place with days of adventure and nights full of passion?
No.
Simply no.
It is not my job nor my desire to entertain you with tales.
If it is truth you are looking for then I shall tell you honestly, I don't know what to do! I'm bored. Without challenge. And quite frankly I don't know anybody! Although I'm no where near a point of egoistic climax (or anomic for that matter) I simply do not know where I stand. No longer tied to my high school and classmates but that void has yet to be filled. Please do not misunderstand, I love my life, I'm grateful, and been given privileges most do not receive! Now is the time where I leave something which was fun while it lasted and progress onward- I may not have map into the darkness but someone is on the other side holding a glowstick, who this person is I'm not sure- where the metaphor is going, again, not sure.
To sum up my life:
- thankful high school is finished
- thankful I've been given so many advantages
- anxious because I have no clue what I'm doing- but when have I ever?
- ready for college
- ready to give my soul to a new director, after all I am a Theatre Major
- ready to continue learning
- stoked to progress in American Sign Language
- and hopefully being molded to become the man God needs me to be
my name is Christian Jolley, I'm a college freshman, and I'm that one hearing boy.
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