Growing Down?

You know, I think growing up is entirely over-rated. Near as I can tell, being "grown up" is just a way to rationalize having a mediocre job, a decent salary, and a routine. 

Fuck That.

I say, break routine, forget about the money, and do what you love. It's worth the risk of failure, to have a chance at greatness, which is what this blog is all about. My passion is making people happy. I'm not talking about changing lives, or affecting any sort of massive scale. Instead, my humble aim is to cause as many laughs  in as many people as possible, with a goal of three every day, whether they're close friends or complete strangers. To that end, I hope to write down at least one of those stories every day, no matter how seemingly mundane or simple the moment may have been, both in an effort to preserve them for myself, and perhaps bring one or two more smiles to the faces of my readers. I will be actively fighting overly-serious individuals, in favor of absurdity and....whatever the opposite of "growing up" is. So, here we go, I suppose. Today's story will come later, presumably after it's happened.

PS - I have been slowly gaining momentum in my own life, moving, if not towards good habits, at least away from the bad ones. It's been a slow process, and one that will continue to take every ounce of willpower I have. Which is why I am asking you, dearest Reader, to aid me. Provide feedback to my writing, let me know what you honestly think about my thoughts, and perhaps most importantly, if I happen to fall out of the habit of writing daily, harass me about it. Don't let me get away with that. I know that your attention is a lot to ask, but it should only be for the first little while. After I've developed the habit of writing daily, it will come naturally to me. Thank you for reading, and thank you in advance for your aid in getting things on track.