The post where I don't talk about Batman

When I woke up this morning I followed my typical morning routine. I open my eyes, stretch while making fierce noises, and look around my room. Since I haven’t really cleaned my room in a few days my desk is currently covered with all the junk I haven’t figured out where it goes yet. On my desk I have not one, but two quite large dinosaurs that watch over me while I sleep. Usually I don’t give them a second thought, but today I realized I’m a 23 year-old man with two extra large dinosaurs (as well as a wizarding bear, a cowbell, and floppy hat) sitting on my desk where work should be. AND IT'S AWESOME!!!

Ok, to be fair it's not the most awesome thing in the world. But those dinosaurs represent something that is amazing.. They represent Passion (capitalized for emphasis). Let's face facts, I'm a weird guy. I don't eat onions, I don't trust jello, I secretly wake up every morning and try to bend the elements, and I consistently rank Roadhouse among my all time favorite movies.

I'm crazy for Swayze

I'm also way too into dinosaurs, I know more than one person should about superheroes, watch too much T.V., still watch professional wrestling,  and laugh way too hard at things that aren't that funny. And I do these things because I'm so passionate about them. When I was younger I was so afraid of being myself that I hid things from people that I really enjoyed. It wasn't until college that I could finally let my geek flag fly and be the person that I wanted to be for the longest. And once I started letting loose, the dam burst and I found all kinds of great things about myself. So strange things as well, but that's beside the point. I feel like once I realized what I was passionate about, I was finally able to be the happiest person that I can be. 

So why is all this important? What does my realization that I love elbow drops and laser vision have to do with you? The answer is EVERYTHING!!! If someone asks you what you're passionate about, and you don't have an answer you're missing out on something big. A life without passion isn't a life, it's a shell. I implore you, take a good look at your life and find something you care about, something that ignites the fires within your soul. Don't be afraid of what others will say, just fear that you might miss out on something amazing in your life. Find something, anything, and grab hold!!! 

Maybe not just anything. Remember: Cannibalism is wrong.

Sorry for all  the exclamation points in this post. I guess you could say I'm really... passionate about the subject. 

Also I'm passionate about normal stuff too, like geocaching, cooking, and  not getting hit by a bus

On another note, I've got some ideas for the next few posts, but I'd like to hear what you'd be interested in reading. I've got the "Gentleman's Guide to First Dates" lined up as well as a piece on independent music. 

Feel free to post ideas here, or if you choose you could smash your face into your keyboard until a witty comment appears. I hear that's how Shakespeare did it. Until next time...