My 100th Post: A Thank You to All Readers

Dear readers and followers,

I’m excited to announce that this is my 100th post, and I certainly hope that there will be many more to come. I’ve come to learn that a blog is not only about sharing your writing with others, but it’s also an opportunity to discover many other outstanding writers that have worked hard to publish their creativity online as well. It is for this reason that I have managed to cross the 100 post mark. If it wasn’t for the inspiration of my readers and other bloggers that I have discovered, I wouldn’t have bothered with maintaining this blog. Once again, thank you all and I look forward to sharing more of my writing as well as engaging with your new material.

Below are some of my personal favorite posts that I have written:

1. She Finds My Heart

2. Mental Error

3. They Died For Me

4. An Artist’s Creation

5. 4 Reasons Why I’m Awkward In Public Places

6. Well, This Is Awkward

7. Dear Future Wife of Mine

8. I’ll Be the Best Damn Husband the World Has Ever Seen

9. 7 Text Messages Men Send to Their Woman of Interest

10. Speed Dating Adventures: My Story

Of course, please feel free to check out my other posts. Also, if you’d be so kind as to comment so I can go on your blog and read through your great writing!

Best,

Evan

 

My 100th Post: A Thank You to All Readers

Send Up A Prayer

I’m not one to write blog posts like these, ya know, telling people what to do.  However, today’s post is going to be a little different.  What I’d like to communicate to all of you today is that it’s time to think of somebody that isn’t you.

I used to be an atheist because I thought it was rebellious in high school and then I actually had passion for my atheism.  Ever since sophomore year of college where I was struggling at my new college, I’ve resurrected my faith in God.  Actually, “resurrected” is not the correct word because I never had faith in the first place.  I believed in what my parents taught me was right.  Sophomore year of college, I had become ACQUAINTED with the power of faith and prayer.  It was great, you know, just talking to God about whatever and having faith that I would do well on an exam or something important to my life at the moment.

I learned that I was not utilizing these principles correctly.  What’s wrong with having faith that you’ll succeed or praying that you’ll succeed, you ask?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  I am trying to make the best of what I was blessed with in order to become a better man every single day.  I discovered that I was praying for myself and only myself, as well as just having faith in myself.  Yes, there is nothing wrong with having faith in yourself or praying for yourself, but I learned that faith and prayer work in other ways as well.

I began having faith in others and praying for others.  Currently, I’m in the position now where I don’t pray much for myself anymore; I pray for a family member, a friend, a pet, someone that I may not even know, or all of the above.  I know some out there may not agree to the power of prayer or faith, but this doesn’t mean that you can’t have thoughts about others.  Have thoughts and hope that someone else out there in the world is having a great day or persevering through their daily struggles.

Prayer, faith, thoughts, and hope for others.  It’s not too much to ask, and I guarantee if you’re looking for ways to better yourself, reaching out to others with kindness is a great start.  Let ’em know you’ve been praying for them or thinking about them.  Knowing that you’re on someone else’s mind is a feeling unlike any other.

Send Up A Prayer

The Reason Why I Started Blogging

This seems more like a post you’d see at the beginning of one’s blogging career, but here I go being a rascal and not following logic.  I started thinking about this blog today not only because I feel like I’ve been slackin’ on it, but also because I really wanted to discover the real reason why I started blogging in the first place.  Hopefully, at some point, you’ll think about the reasons why you started blogging and make connections with other bloggers/writers.

I always had a passion for writing ever since a group of neighborhood kids from my teen years and I started making our own home movies.  Film was my first passion, but then I was acquainted with writing when my friends and I were stumped on ideas for our next film project.  I told them I would handle it and they wouldn’t have to worry about it.  I then told them I would come back the next day with a full story idea written out.  When I sat at home alone for hours on end into the night, I, too, was just as stumped as the collective.  It wasn’t until I read numerous gruesome news articles on Yahoo! that ideas began to brew in my head.  I penned some simplistic story about a serial killer that filmed each kill of his.  The group liked the idea, but I felt the story itself was underwhelming and the movie we filmed based on this idea was complete crap.  But hey, you can’t expect 15 year-olds to make Oscar material.

It was senior year of high school and I needed one more class to fill out my schedule.  Every cool class was taken up and a class called ‘Mass Media’, a class where you got to make movies basically, was removed from the list of available classes.  Creative Writing I was the only other option I had.  I absolutely dreaded this because, but when I got to the class it quickly became one of my favorites in the history of my education.  It was the first and only class where I had creative freedom to do whatever I wanted, even if the subject material of my writing was inappropriate at times for high-schoolers to read.  There was one assignment where we had to start a blog and post once a day on anything we wanted for one week.  We also had to read and comment on other classmates’ posts.  The first post I had written was “The 7 Worst Types of Girlfriends.”  The post was a huge success, and I could tell because like our own WordPress blogs you could see how many times the post was viewed and how many comments there were.  I remember vividly that this first post garnered 142 views and generated 32 comments.  Every other post had on average 20 some views and relatively few comments.  Each post I had written afterwards for that week I received the same praise for my written work, even from this one girl in class who I thought was drop dead gorgeous and never noticed me in class until this week.  I told everyone I was going to start a blog if I was going to receive such positive reviews, but the project never came to fruition.

It wasn’t until my freshman year of college where I got dead serious about starting a blog.  The girlfriend I had my freshman year had an active blog on Blogger.  I told her that I was a writer myself, but I literally had nothing to give her, so it basically came off as bullshit and I couldn’t show her my talent.  Still, even with motivation to show my then girlfriend that I was a good writer, I didn’t take advantage.

As I’ve said before, I had a blog before “My Seven Devils” on WordPress called “A Living Oddity.”  The latter of the two was my first real commitment to writing during my sophomore year of college after I had transferred universities.  I realized after the first semester at my new school that I made the biggest mistake of my life and I wanted to go back to my old university.  I had no friends besides my two roommates at the time.  I relied on them to get me through the repetitive, everyday routine that is established during your school years.  When they weren’t around because they were attending classes or other matters, I was left to myself on a frequent basis.  The old idea of creating a blog then came to mind.  I wanted to write because I pretty much had no one else to share my writing with.  I thought it was interesting how I didn’t start a blog despite the positive reception I had in the past with my writing, only to start one when I literally felt like I had nobody.  It was through blogging, first on “A Living Oddity” that I felt I had a connection with others, even if it was only through the Internet to read and comment on other blogs.

Writing on a blog at first was a big risk to me because I thought people would be offended by the subject material, or they would just straight up dislike it and think I was a terrible writer.  I’m still not entirely sure how people feel about my writing, but I’m just happy that I started a blog anyway.  It’s a great feeling to have even if one person likes or comments on your post.  It shows that you’ve engaged them through your own words, and it’s quite rewarding.

The Reason Why I Started Blogging

I’m A Failure

However, this doesn’t mean that I’m not successful. Society pressures you into succeeding, yet for some people they don’t even provide the proper tools to do so. If I was successful in every single area I’d be the biggest asshole the planet ever knew (debatable). In which case, I’m proud to admit and acknowledge that I have repeatedly failed in many different areas of life. Many people don’t seem to accept failure; those are the kinds of people who are wasting their time striving for perfection, like an anorexic who starves herself in order to become a toothpick. They think they live in some kind of world where failures even in the most trivial of forms are frowned upon by society. I wouldn’t have learned shit if I never failed. No wonder that society is polluted with idiots; they don’t know what it’s like to fail nor have they learned anything.

Most would say I’m not ambitious. I will kindly disagree and say I’m pretty ambitious if I’m willing to fail first and succeed later. That just makes success that much more meaningful to me. I’ve built my confidence up over the years by embracing my failures because it only means that there is more to learn about the world and myself. If I’m destined to fail for the rest of my life, then I’m really going to learn a lot about myself. I want to see who I really am 5 years, 10 years, 20 years, 50 years from now.

I’m definitely looking forward to a new batch of failures so I can become the best human that I can possibly be.  Customers where I work seem to feel good about themselves when they yell at me for doing something wrong.  In actuality, their shithead comments are helping me become a better person.

I’m A Failure