Mixed Feelings

The Disclaimer:

I hope that those who read this will relate. I know this topic has been exhausted.

The Middle Part:

Social media: it's a love-hate thing. Oh, the pulsing desire to be constantly connected, to never feel alone. We thirst for community. It has been made for us too easy to accomplish, and as artificial as the misrepresented lives of those we label "friends". 

I want to get away from it. I want to be disconnected. How refreshing and perhaps rehabilitating would that be? Technology is here to stay, and we can't avoid or fight it. It has its place. But we are still people; we are not technology. We should be real people. I should be more real.

The Breakdown:

I should be more real.

The Moral:

Talk to animals, they're listening.

Dedication

My name is Pendleton.

The Disclaimers:
I realize that mine is a potentially pretentious-sounding name, and though I am certainly a lot of things, infatuated with myself is not one of them. Not to sound pessimistic, but unfortunately for me I think it's a bit unrealistic to make the MOST of life, so I'm resolved daily to try to make the more of it. I am of no relation to Taylor.

The Middle Part:
I'm normal, but unusual. I find humor in nearly everything—dry mostly. I am allergic to negativity.

I don't assume anyone will read this. It's more of a journal, but you're welcome to it.

If this blog must serve a purpose, I would intend it for other searchers like me. Neither hopeless nor certain in our restless anticipation of what's to come, we decide that good things tend to happen and march on.

The Breakdown:
I am a simple middle child from the middle of the West.
I write when I need to; you read if you want to.

The Moral:
Never trust a Nazi.