What Kind of Blogger am I

By Sean Thackeray

What kind of blogger am I? Words such as cynical, sarcastic, honest, opinionated and surprisingly optimistic come to mind, but out of all these words the only one that is regarded by most as a decent value is honesty... a great amount of people tend to think that being cynical and sarcastic is a terribly weak kind of humour, the lowest of the low, but in my opinion these people are just upset because they just don't get it half the time.

Chuck Klosterman, my favourite author, once made it very clear to me in my favourite book, Killing Yourself To Live, that there are two types of students: The "Pot/Creedence Contingent" and the "Coke/Interpol Contingent", everyone else just does not matter in his opinion, as of right now I am still undecided. Of course this analysis is a bit dated when it comes to life as a student in current times. The "Pot Contingent" will go to the unpopular bars, drink black label, smoke pot and then spend hours talking about how their favourite artists are saying and meaning completely different things and will be leaving the bar by 11:30. This is the time at which the "Coke Contingent" is only leaving their dorms and immediately begin snorting cocaine in bathrooms of semi gay dance clubs; this will be followed by trying to locate better cocaine and more luxurious bathrooms. The upside about being part of the "Pot/Creedence Contingent" is that you get to be intellectual and hungry most of the time and completely alienated from all the people you might want to sleep with. With the "Coke Contingent" you feel awesome, danceable and lonely, pretty much all of the time. Needless to say I am part of the "Pot/Creedence Contingent."

Being part of this contingent I find this may have effect on my writing in the way that I am not interested in "what" happened, for some unknown reason, possibly being part on the "Pot Contingent", I despise writing about the dreaded "what", the "why" is my major interest and it is extremely difficult for me when I don't give a damn about the "what" in the first place, and unfortunately this has been the story of my life as a first year journalism student. Not being able to write things of interest to you feels to me like being hit by a mini moving at an undesirable speed. (for the pedestrian that is) And this makes conversation while sitting in unpopular bars a lot less fun.

This upsets me and I find it hard to be optimistic about.