Your Right To Say It

Hello, my name is Ryan and this is the beginning of The Blog.  I hope it will be a good blog.  It has the novelty of being written by two people.  Two old friends who grew up a block away from each other, who attended the same schools, had the same teachers and yet whose ideologies couldn’t be more different.  Nick is truly the Yin to my Yang, the Christian to my Agnostic, the Peanut Butter to my Jelly.

If you’re looking for the safe, solitary, mental masturbation of a solo blogger I suggest you take your business elsewhere.  Here we peddle the unnatural, sloppy, social intercourse that only 2 bloggers at once can have.  Never before have the boundaries of blogging been pushed so far.  Never before have metaphors been stretched so thin. 

You should know that I haven’t read what Nick has written just as he won’t read what I do until we post.  This may change down the road, but for now I think we’ll do follow up posts if we want to address each others directly.

For this first blog, Nick suggested that we begin by introducing ourselves, laying out who we are, what we believe and why. 

Without further ado, I am 24 years old and grew up the youngest of 3 children to a middle class suburban family.  There is a large age gap between my self and my siblings so I also have the traits of an only child.  I have a fantastic loner complex.

Growing up I didn’t have any interest in politics or world events.  Everything was perfect and safe from my neighborhood abode and the turmoil of the world seemed very far way, indeed.  I credit my girlfriend in high school with showing me the importance of having an opinion, being informed and standing up for what you believe. 

I consider myself to be a moral person and a Humanist.  I try to do right where right without any hope of reward or fear of punishment.  While my beliefs have been more refined over the years I can’t think of any one event that solidified it all for me.  At my most basic, I have always been this way and felt the way I do about the world. 

About a year ago, my mother told me a story about going to a parent/teacher conference \when I was in Kindergarten.  Play time back then consisted of diving into a box of animal toys.  Everyone wanted to be The Lion.  Each day, fights would ensue over who got to be him.  My teacher told my mother that I was the mediator, trying to make sure everyone got along.  I even came up with a system for who got The Lion on which day.  I remember this system.  I also remember one conniving little diaper rash who always lied about what day was his.  But I honestly don’t remember creating this system.  Still, I can’t think of a better story to tell you about who I am.

            Well, I if you’re not hooked by now, I can only assure you that the best is yet to come and platitudes are comforting.  To all of you blog enthusiasts out there; don’t be shy with comments, criticisms or suggestions.  If there is anything you’d like to see discussed on here, by all means let us know.  There are over 277,000 other blogs on wordpress.  Something might not get said. 

            Again, this is our blog.  Welcome to it.