In case you have searched for or simply stumbled upon my doorstep, I'll begin with a disclaimer. I am a 23 year-old, Caucasian, Christian, middle class male with a stable family life and fairly few external hardships. In case you want to carry the stereotype further, my father played quarterback in college, got married to one of the cheerleaders, and they had a son, who was born on the 4th of July and played baseball at an Ivy League institution (they also had a daughter, but she breaks the stereotype and is consequently much, much cooler than any of us). So naturally, I am beginning a blog on my perceptions of what makes humans, well...humans.
As positive as I am that you were exhilarated by my brief background, I'd like to emphasize that, for my entire life, I have rarely embodied a true stereotype. In high school I was simultaneously an athlete, mathlete, and artist. In college I was a conservative at one of the most liberal universities in the nation. And now I am studying for my Masters of Accounting, though I have an undergraduate degree in Literary Arts, focusing in fiction writing.
Ultimately, the question I wish to address is one posed by many before me: What does it mean to be human? So whether you're 16 and bored or 45 and interested in the life perspectives of someone half your age, I will be here, searching for my answer.
All comments are more than welcome. Looking forward to what tomorrow brings.