I'm A Fun Person, I Promise

I was scrolling through the posts I've made so far and found that there is a very prominent tone of melancholy in most, if not all of them. I would like to apologize for that, but also, not really. I am a pretty melancholy person (and would be a fool to try to deny that) but I am also fun*, I promise.

All of the posts here are a direct reflection of how I'm feeling in the exact moment that they are being written, and like a lot of people who enjoy writing, I unfortunately find myself clanking away at the keyboard most often when I am not feeling my best; all in an effort to create whatever bit of sunshine I am missing in that moment or particular day.

Most of my days are, unfortunately, melancholy, but I do, occasionally, find myself reminiscing at something dumb, stupid or silly that I have experienced or observed at some point or another. I (almost) always try to be as self-aware as I possibly can and following in that self-awareness, I do recognize that this (not a) blog would benefit from a bit of that reminiscing every now and then.

That is where the Stories. in Stories. Not a blog. comes in. The reason I began this Endeavor was to fulfill a dream I've had since I was a child and to grow out of a shyness that has plagued me for as long as I've been alive. I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but please believe me when I say this: I am trying. On all fronts. And I am slowly but surely getting better.

This (not a) blog, the Endeavor, and even I am an experiment—a work in progress. I don't know how long things will remain that way, but I would like to thank you nonetheless for being here, for listening. Stories will be up soon, and hopefully the cheerful part of who I am will shine through them.

Again, Thank you for being here. Thank you for listening.

Much love to you.

Godspeed.

C. W.

*not always depressed