A wise twitter account holder calling himself, @citizenkawala once said, “when you become a grownup, people stop asking you what your favourite dinosaur is. They don’t even care.” I thought that shit was hilarious.
And that’s the end of today’s post. Have a great weekend.
But in all seriousness, that statement got me thinking. Here I am, at the wrong end of 30, slowly pushing up daisies, hiding my laugh lines with wrinkle cream, and I don’t even know what my favorite dinosaur is. I don’t know what I enjoy. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with my life.
As a millennial, we are forced to deal with that question, “what am I going to do with my life,” more often than we want to. But I’m not here to push some agenda about becoming a productive member of adulthood. I’m here to openly contemplate where I want to go from here, right in front of you guys of the interwebs. What’s next for Jae? What dinosaur will I claim as my favorite?
When I was a kid, I wanted to be an artist. Nowadays I feel like that might have been me taking my older, more awesome, brother’s dream. He is an amazing artist. I mean…to hell with that painting on the editor page. My bro, now that’s the one you want to pole jock.
My passion is in writing and story telling. If you’re one of the six people who have stopped by this page in 2018, you might have noticed that some of my posts turn into narratives. I enjoy that type of shit. I enjoy weaving a good yarn. I like telling stories.
I was lucky enough to grow up with a mom that loves to read. I got a bed time story every night. And when reading was a homework assignment, she’d read one page for everyone I read. Some how this awesome ass origin story lead to the creation of The Thought Renaissance. So if you just laughed and shitted on yourself, thank my mom.
Admittedly, my dream has been slow to realize. I’ve started numerous stories over the decade, but working a full time job, being married, raising my niece, and working in this Dumpster fire of a website has left little time to work on my novels. Hell, I obviously don’t even have the time to hone the craft. I’ve counted at least 3 mitsakes in this sentence aloan. But it’s what I want to do. It’s my dinosaur. It’s my thesaurus Rex. Damn, that was corny and derived. I should not have written that. I apologize.
I really hope that one day you guys are able to find and read my books. I promise the stories are good. There may be plenty of mistakes in the grammar, tense, spelling, pronunciation of my name, color of the pages, texture of the paper, usage of the Oxford comma, and other shit, but I promise the tales will be worth your time.
So today, just take a little time to think about your favorite dinosaur. What does it look like? What does it do? Is it yellow? Because if it is, you’re alright with me, friend. Yellow is fucking awesome.
I think, therefore I am. — Rene Descartes