Me being me

I promise I will not talk about politics or current events at all in this post. Unless something slips, and then just know it was unintentional. I'm taking a break from ranting, and instead focusing on storytelling for a bit. I feel that this will be more benefitial to all 4.75 people who regularly read my blog, according to a recent Shmogbee Poll survey. The only thing I really find disturbing about these poll results is that, somewhere out there is 75% of a person. How the heck does THAT happen?!
Now, I'm honored that "Three Quarters" is out there somewhere, intently hanging off my every word. However, until now I had no idea he was there! So after much thought and careful focus group polling, I have decided to cater more to Three Quarters, or TQ as I will refer to him in the future, in an effort to make him feel more like one of us "wholers". If you have a problem with this new strategy, take it up with my agent. Yes, I do have an agent. And she may or may not be my mother. I'm trying to maintain my plausible deniability here, incase of any future legal trouble, as per the advice of said agent, who from here on out shall be known as Secret Agent, because no one really knows... for sure.
Recently, my life has been going fairly well. Probably a bit better than TQ's, but that's why I'm here, to prove myself wrong and make TQ feel like he can muster up that extra 25%. This is all for you buddy! And don't you forget it...
You see, things in my hometown are pretty slow, and up until recently I thought I'd just ride it out. While I was lazilly perusing the web the other day I stumbled upon an ad that would change my life forever. I knew this, because it literally said, "This ad WILL change your life FOREVER". So I made the call. I find out Thursday whether or not ads can be trusted.
AND THEN there was this girl. She's cute, seems pretty cool, ya know, my kinda girl, right? As in, I could totally see myself making this work. Silly me, I always forget how much women and guinea pigs have in common. (DON'T SHOOT ME YET!!! Wait 'til you read this one...) You see guinea pigs like to make cute little noises, almost like they're talking to you, except you can't understand them. This is the first similarity. They also like to be touched, given attention, and enjoy little 'gifts', like food and toys. That is, until they flip out and run away because all the things they like are just soooo much fun they can't take it anymore. This is the kind of logic that keeps me up at night. It's also the kind of logic that keeps me single. I can't quite figure out why...
Anyways, TQ, I do have a point to this story, or at least I did a minute ago... Where'd - OH! - Here it is! I have a feeling there are some drastic changes about to happen in my life. I'm hoping these are good changes, but in today's world you just never really know anymore. In the past few days I've felt everything from 'Oh my God my world is going to come crashing down' to 'FINALLY! Everything is coming together EXACTLY how it should!'. Then I wake up to the real world, late for work again. And since Secret Agent is sick, it can be a bit difficult, not to mention expensive, to get her world-class advice.
In all seriousness: 10 years of learning, struggling, adapting, growing and settling could all be gone in the blink of an eye. 2 years of soul searching, self discovery, and learning could finally pay off. Or I could be here a week from now, with everything the same as it has been. I'm really ready for the next step, whatever it ends up being.

Introductions

Being as this is my first blog (and first post on said blog) I'll take a few lines to briefly introduce myself. I won't make this too long or in-depth, because you'll get to know me soon enough. My name is Jim and I am a WMSWW. Oops, sometimes I forget that not everything is a "Personals" ad on Craigslist... Let me translate: I'm a white, politically conservative, socially moderate, male 20-something seeking a like-minded female. (That search isn't going too well, by the way.) I live in a formerly small Florida town that's trying way too hard to grow up, which is both amusing and annoying at the same time. I work with my family at our retail business, which is another story for another day!

I've been thinking about the blog scene for a while, mostly as something to do to take up the ample free time I have while standing around waiting for the Great Recession to end. For some reason, call it an epiphany, revelation, or misfiring synapses in my brain, the phrase "Diary of a Broken Youth", and subsequently this blog, came to mind today, and it seemed fitting given the current circumstances. You see, my ACTUAL youth (growing up, middle school, high school) went pretty well, all things considered. I didn't die, and well, I probably should have - on more than a few occasions. Go me! My story isn't unlike yours, things were going great, my future looked bright, and I was on top of the world! And then it happened. LIFE. That dastardly sum-bitch sneaks up on ya when you least expect it!

The "Broken Youth" part ("Diary" is pretty obvious) will be about life as I see it in a frugal and confused transforming society, more commonly known as the United States circa 2010. I don't plan on this being a political or social "agenda blog", nor do I plan on ignoring any topic that's worth discussing. I would love to see people comment, debate, suggest topics, and just plain interact with each other, something I feel is increasingly absent from our techno-modern lives.

So there you have it! YOU are on the cutting edge! The first to be a part of a brand new fad! Stick around, we'll have some fun. :)