Introduction

Before starting pouring the contents of my somewhat overactive brain onto the net, it is important to introduce myself, for several reasons

Firstly, for anyone who may read this may get an insight into the angle in which I think about things

Secondly, it helps my brain get in tune to how I think about things (im still discovering this, but as life goes on, does anybody know what there reaction or thoughts would be to situations? Am I slower in my own personal development, or is it that I have realised that time can influence everything, especially when similar situations come up from past experiences)

Thirdly, it gives the first entry onto my new blog

So

I am a relatively complicated person, not within the sense of stubborness and going against authoritative decisions, (although this does happen). Complicated in the sense that I over analise everything, including myself. Some say this is unhealthy, but I prefer to know myself more than not, and as far as I am aware, I havent had any form of mental illness yet. I like to discover the various layers of my being, like a flower unfolding incredibely slowly until the final petal reveals itself. When this final stage happens, I believe death is imminent.

Death, another one of my fascinations. I am not scared of it, but obviously dont want to die yet, I have far to many things I want to do and know I am capable of. However, I am very curious about the process of the body shutting down, what that might feel like, if there is any feeling at all. What happens after this though, I havent had a chance to come up with one of my theories for this yet, although anybody reading this will hear about my many theories that I conjure up and annoy my friends with sometimes.

So what else to tell you in this intro?

I could tell you the little things about my life like occupation, age and tastes but that would make for a rather dull piece of writing. Instead, I am going to tell you a little bit about my current residence although this is going to change very soon (im moving).

My flat at the moment is a little hell hole where I have been living for the past year and a half. The window is currently propped up by a pringles tube in the lounge becuase it doesnt stay open. The landlord has been moping around with a blow torch on one of the many sections of roof over his shop bit, and I cant ever make oput whether his raised voice is in anger, or whether that is just the way he speaks (he is greek so I dont know what he is saying). Me and my flat mate have had all sorts of weird things with this flat, including broken lights at one point, a leaky roof, mushrooms growing up the wall, strange neighbours that only like Michael Jackson music and sporadically spray air freshner up the stairs and an ethiopian restuarant opposite our bedrooms where many a fight takes place outside at 3am. I ahve never had to call the police out so much.

This flat has served its purpose, but as soon as confirmation of moving into what seems to be a normal house (not sure about the residents though, although they are all lovely) that rather than dealing with what I have had, I have looked to the next level in which I am going to. With this in mind, I have realised what a hell hole and little cave of sinister goings on this flat is.