I know what you’re thinking. A blog? Really? It’s not 2006.
And no, it’s not 2006, but I’ve toyed with the idea of starting one of these since around that time.

This will be a place to share my thoughts, ramblings, rants, and whatever else I cobble together. These will sometimes be comedic, sometimes be serious; sometimes be in depth and well though out, sometimes be knee-jerk reactions that I’ll regret posting later on.

People seem to like listicles so what better way to kick this thing off than one on why I started in the first place.

So here’s the top 10 reasons why I started a blog!

10. I don’t want to start a podcast and this is the next worst thing

9. I’m a white guy so I feel my opinions are important enough to express

8. I went to a liberal arts school and wear glasses so writing a blog really completes the trifecta

7. It’ll get me more Twitter followers

6. If I’m successful my peers will envy me.

5. If I’m unsuccessful they’ll pity me

4. Chicks dig bloggers

3. People dumber than me have blogs and if they can do it then so can I

2.

When I said I wanted I’ve wanted to do this since 2006 that wasn’t a joke. But every time I start to write I ask myself Why would anyone care? Are my thoughts different or interesting enough that they’re even worth expressing? Why do I need to add my voice to the black hole of bad takes that’s become the Internet?

The cemeteries of WordPress, Wix, and Blogger are littered with blogs I’ve fully designed but never followed through. Because every time I get excited about it those questions echo back. But I have other questions too. What would’ve happened had I actually committed to them? How much better of a writer would I be? Imagine the clout I’d have!

I graduated college two years ago and haven’t done much creatively since. People have always called me “smart” but I have literally nothing to show for it. It’s a label without any justification, and in the past I’ve thought if I tried then people will see how not smart I really am. I’ve felt frustrated and unmotivated for far too long. I’m too old to do nothing but still young enough to fail.

So I’m going to commit to this, even if nobody’s reading. Because even if I try and fail I’ll still have tried, which is more than I can say about myself now.

1. My mom told me to

Thanks for reading,
Austin Gold