I used to think blogging was a funny thing.  Perhaps the term i used to use was “overly narcissistic.”  What is to assume any group of people, or any ONE person, wants to hear what anyone else has to say? As I’ve grown though, ive realized a few things:  We all see the world SO differently… Enough so that it doesn’t always make sense to me. So go unread as i may, if i at least start to put it on paper (e-paper?), it will at least feel real to me.

Gung ho!

If you don’t know me, my name is Aaron.  That’s me, being a little over-animated with some power tools.  Its a good photo for an introduction, because it tells you a few things about me you need to know when you read:

1.  I’m animated. And i love it.

2.  I’m emotional. Highly. This implies a bad thing, but I’ve learned that the same things that are bad when they’re bad, are what make things great when they’re great. We’ll get to that.

3. I’m naive, and i believe in daydreams. 

4.  I believe in expecting more.  From everyone.  And everything.  It gets me in trouble ALL the time.

5.  Im an opened book.   And on that note:

6.  Im Crazy/Krazy. What else is there? 

Im 27, in Syracuse New York.  In the last ten years, ive been in syracuse, In buffalo, in Syracuse, In the Hamptons, and back to syracuse.  Ive been through college, through a myriad of jobs in architecture as circumstances shifted, and ive been through some timultuous (albeit some fabulous and some disasterous) relationships.

Through it all, ive written some poetry.  Its not earth moving intense deep stuff, its all quite literal.  Its not great stuff either, but i am not a writer by trade.  I started it because through times ive lacked people i felt comfortable talking to, and so i found solace in a pen.  I’ve taken some heat for these too (the opened book)  , but im going to share them. Here is why:

Im just now starting to try figuring out the *why’s* of my life, and thats why i’ll send these words out in to the abyss, with questions seeking answers i may never get.  Ive been called out several times, on the *multiple versions of me.* The me in public, the me in private, the loud me, the gentle me, the guarded me, and the opened me.  I once found the me that i loved best, and it was one that most people have never seen.  My closest friends dont know all of that ‘me’ either… But maybe if i put it out there, we can all finally be introduced.

-Aaron

 

Comments, thoughts, feelings, psych referrals? 

 

Email:  aaron at aaronmaller dot com