The Glamour is gone

   
Where to begin, trying to decide where to start of this journey into the inner mind of 20 something year old is a difficult decision. I'll start with my name, which is John. I have always found formal introductions incredible ostentatious in which people compete to make themselves the alpha male/female in the beginning of a conversation so I think it's better to leave this introduction to the type I like, where I babble on mindlessly and subject you to my personality and let you decide on what my introduction would be like.
 
 
What happened to the yester year where lives were so glamorous and smoking was sexy and a ivory skin was chic, now its all about Sally Hansen unnatural golden glows, shiny surfaces on all your belongings to show how much income you or your parents earn.  
 
 
I do honestly believe we have lost the glamour of life (not smoking that is a thoroughly disgusting habit) but the fact that by fist pumping and having GTL as your hobby your a celebrity...  
 
 
I decided to finally sit down and start a blog as I hit the refresh key on my laptop for Facebook then Twitter for the umpteenth time in a 5 minute period and I wondered why was I waiting for other people to Tweet or update their status' when I am itching to explode with a plethora of stories which I wanted to document.  
 
 
I always saw blogging as a two way street you had the Bloggers and the Readers and I was firmly in the Readers lane and I didn't have time to indicate into the Bloggers lane and of course I am no where near as grammatically sufficient to put words in a post and hit the "Publish Post" button. So I bit the bullet and it was over the passing of a very moving nerdfighter who was younger then me but wiser then me.
 
 
I would like to look back in a few years and see the anecdotes I but down and remember the feelings I felt, the thoughts that fleeted through my mind and the way I have grown (or will grow?).