About being a teenager
So here I am....
I don’t know whether I should justify this blog or not. Attempting to build an argument to begin a blog would just reveal the self-absorption I’m embedded in. Not trying to do it would trigger in the bright minds the thought that I had this discussion in my head beforehand and reached the conclusion that it would be clever to just begin without a preamble. But given I don’t understand what cleverness means...
Who am I to judge who is clever?
My name is... I won’t tell you my name. You don’t care. I do care, but I am certainly not mature enough to handle the kind of rejection I’ll get for the things displayed in this Blog. However, I do want you to know I’m a teenager. I am 19 years old. Evidently my first language is not English. I hope my readers (I really hope there’ll be more than one) bear with me and correct me whenever possible.  As you may have guessed, I don’t like commas. Whenever I read a text with a lot a commas I feel the author’s need for attention instead of content. I’m a physics undergraduate student. My interest lies in theoretical physics. In particular, I would like to do my thesis on spacetime structures. I’ve also played guitar for a long time. It helps me relax and get out of academic matter for a moment.
The purpose of this Blog is to write for people like me. Those who’ve made bad decisions and are now in a dire position. I don’t really know what dire means. It just kind of sounds good.
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