Feeling like an idiot

may not always be a bad thing. Maybe it's part of how we learn. That drop in your stomach when you realize how little you know, and how the person you're talking to must be some kind of demigod...

What do we learn?

Why am I un-learning so much?

(The spaces are so you can fill in your own throughts.)

Since I've come here, I've learned so many things, and been so disgruntled. Are "fundamental rights" actually fabrications of an individualistic, self-glorifying mob-rule? Did my parents ACTUALLY raise me with Freudian principals?

Has my American dream been a deistic nightmare?

Sometimes

I feel deep and philosophical. That's what this blog is for. it's an overflow valve for my muse.

In case you were looking around for a mission statement. 

Welcome.

Well, Hello. It's nice to see you. (Have you ever wondered why we say hello? It was a word invented alongside the telephone to save billions of people from awkward silence.)


I'm Grover #387065.
This blog is a venue for me to vent my cynicism, literary cabin fever, and frustration with the english language. Grammar nazis. you've been warned. (See! That was a sentence fragment! You can stop gasping now.)


Have you ever read one of Cormac McCarthy's works? If he can get published without so much as a quotation mark or an exclamation point, then I'll use sentence fragments when I damn well please.