Lists

I think blogs are stupid. I think people who write blogs are pretentious. My name is Holden Caulfield. I’ve wanted to write for a long time, but I haven’t had anything to say, and I hated the thought of pretending to be a writer. 

I realized the other day that I make lists all day long, every day. My brother used to tease me about this. From the ages of 4-12 we shared a room, I would frequently ask him silly questions  (what top 5 flavors of ice cream do you think Ken Griffy Jr. likes?)

One might think you’d grow out of that, but the one that thought that ought to be ashamed of how much they can’t think good. Seleh.  I make lists when my feet hurt or I need to go to a better place in my mind. I want to write, so I’ll just write those down.  I journaled faithfully from the summer after 8th grade until my wedding day in November of 2007, it’s time to start again.

So here it is, my blog. You don’t have to read, it’s mostly for me. My name isn’t really Holden. I’ve got lists to post, and you’ve got bs to read and write.