Allow Me to Introduce Myself

A microphone is standing stationary on a stage. It is enveloped with darkness. Not a thing can be seen or heard through the pitch-black color. You would think that something, or anything for that matter, might scare you in any second, even if that thing is remotely small and harmless. There is nothing. There are not even any seats in front of the stage. Along with the emptiness that’s prevalent on the stage, there is nothing on the other side of it also. There is just a working microphone on a stage and the color of black surrounding it along with the faint quietness that has accompanied it.

That is until a spotlight breaks out of nowhere and beams downward onto the microphone. Its sudden arrival interrupted the calm and stillness the darkness has exhibited throughout the entirety of the stage.  It’s as though the light has invaded its enemy's territory and the latter is not happy with the former’s unexpected arrival. After the spotlight’s outburst, someone somewhere is walking up to the microphone. It would appear that he is walking with the intention of saying something into the microphone, even though it’s apparent no one will be able to hear his words. Despite that, he continues to walk. He just has something he wants to say.

After a good seven to ten steps, he arrives and stops right in front of the microphone. He touches it three times to make sure he can hear the echo and prove it is working.

*poof*

*poof*

*poof*

He stands with a last-minute fit of hesitation about whether or not he should go through with this. Even though no one’s standing in front of the stage listening to him he still has that fear of what will happen if he goes through with his actions.

“Will it be bad if I say them?”

“Am I going to get hurt?”

“What if I say it in a way that people will misunderstand its true meaning and react the wrong way?”

“Is this going to matter?”

These questions and then some are bombarding his consciousness with excruciating doubt. Surely, he’s not the only one who experienced these emotions when doing these kinds of things, speaking their mind and all. This is to be expected, he thought. Upon thinking this, he is reminded by himself of his resolve about doing this and presses forward.

A minute or so has passed since he last checked the microphone so he touches it one more time just to make sure it’s still working.

*poof*

The result of the last examination was the same as this one so he took a deep breath right before he began his speech.

At long last, under his own power, he can now talk…

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Is this thing on?

If it is, well then, allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Pedro Romero. I am a male who was born in the country of the United States of America and 20 years old of age. I was born in 1996. I am an average person who has been having an average life in an average household with an average family. I am a fan of sports, music, and technology.

Some pretty average preferences, right? I know, it’s not very appealing and eye-opening to the mass world that is the internet if you want to attract attention towards yourself. Everyone else likes the things I like, so considering the uniqueness I have to the rest of the population, it’s not that great. Everything has been average for me, or well, that’s how I think it has been. However, a lot of thinking and reflection within myself after going through various experiences has lead me to believe that despite all of us liking nearly the same kind of things in this world, I believe that every single one of us each has a different upbringing that has shaped our personality and behavior that is unique to ourselves.

“Everyone has their own story” is what I like to say to myself after meeting a friendly stranger in a random place.

Everyone present has their beginning, their middle, and, eventually, their end. Everyone, even the dead, has had their own stories. I believe they also had a story they could call their own when they were alive. They definitely showed whatever emotion they could think of when they roaming this world. They must have also reflected upon their experiences, like what I’m doing right now. Additionally, they must have combated deep-rooted problems which affected their personal surroundings well-being. Some might have triumphed over these said problems, and some have perished to them. Whatever the case, it is unique and not average.

With that being said, I don’t think I’ve had an average life. Some things have happened in my life where I’m not able to say that I’m average anymore. For example, I’m an introvert. I’m shy. I’ve never been someone who is able to commence a conversation with people I really want to talk to. In other words, I’m not good at making friends. And you know what? That’s a good thing. No, I’m not saying it’s a good thing for me to be shy. That’s not my point. I’m saying that my reflection and thinking has brought me to the point where I have to face this issue and acknowledge it. Acknowledgment towards a problem can eventually lead to resolution and growth.

Anyway, my issue proves that I’m not living an average life. If my life was average and non-eventful, I’d be tortured with the feeling and dread of being ordinary. Ordinary is boring. Fortunately, I’m not ordinary. Neither is everyone else. I have my life in which I’m proud of, be it good or bad when compared to the rest. I’m able to say whatever is on my mind about whatever topic that is appealing to me and only me. I’m happy about that. I’m sure someone else on the other side of the world as of the moment I’m typing this is feeling the same way.

What I’m doing is something that is not concrete. I don’t even know if I’m going to continue this in, like, a month from now. This is simply an experiment. I simply want to make a blog by me, for me, and, perhaps, in the future, for you too, reader. The topics vary, to no surprise. I’m sure all of the popular bloggers on the internet are doing the same way I’m doing right now but that doesn’t matter. I don’t care about sizing up to those people who are higher in fame and credibility than me. I really don’t. I just want to talk about any subject in a genuine fashion. I want a platform where I can do just that and not be afraid of any repercussions. This blog can be just that. I’m in control of what I type/say.

I’m making my own stage.

So, from this point forward, on the twenty-sixth day of July in the year of 2017, I’m starting this blog.

Consider this to be the first blog entry from an introvert such as myself. Until my next entry, I'll see you later.