Why the hell am I doing this?

Ah man. I'm finally doing this. A blog.

Since blogs were first invented (by Steve Jobs, I think) they have been the butt of jokes from both mainstream and counter culture alike. Paradoxically, everybody had one, and everybody made fun of them.

I grew up with blogs being around, but never really interacted with them. To me, they were sort of like pistachio ice cream. I knew it existed, I'd never tried it, but I was confident that it was lame. And so, like so many other millennial minds, I ingrained an opinion based of a single thought, and kept that opinion for a decade. Until recently, the idea of starting a blog never crossed my mind.

The title of this blog is an attempt at productive creativity, which was made up minutes before i started this post but is growing on me. Productive creativity is a concept I struggle with every day as an aspiring comedian/writer/poet/rapper/whatever the fuck I want to do. The word "productive" is thrown around by everyone around me, peers, coworkers and bosses, my parents, and it haunts me in my own mind. Given a task, it is easy to be productive. Super easy. Just do your shit. The more abstract and vague the goal becomes, the harder it is to identify productivity. When it comes to producing something creative, it becomes an absolute shit-show.

I could go into previous attempts and failures at remaining productive, but I don't want to feel bad at myself. Let's just say that Pokemon Go has been an incredibly satisfying waste of life as of late, and leave it at that. I'm level 16 and team mystic, if anyone at all is reading this.

So this blog is going to be a challenge to myself. I will write in it every day for a month. Just one month, that's it. I have written out a list of topics to cover and hopefully I can make it interesting.

Mostly, this blog is not meant to be read by anybody. If it ever gets to the point where I feel it's content is good enough to share, then I might start advertising. Maybe. But I hope I don't end up sharing it at all, honestly. I want this to remain an exercise with the sole purpose of bettering myself.

So, that's my first entry. If this library computer had a webcam I would post a picture of myself crying into the shoulder of the strange man next to me. It doesn't, so use your imagination.

I think I'm gonna write one more today. This one doesn't count






Words I learned how to spell: Pistachio, Millennial.