Introductions

I guess I need to begin with a few apologies. I don't think I'm entirely over the blueberry wine I had the other day. I haven't really been in a very sane state of mind since. Being sane is over rated anyway.

The title of my blog is a handle I've used for a few years, but to clarify I don't really think myself to be a moralist. Maybe years ago, but even then our generation has a very different perspective on morals compared to my grandparent's generation. Who gets to say what is right and wrong anyway? Ever since I moved to Savannah, Georgia three years ago I was forced to change. I slept in an over sized closet for two weeks, until I moved in with a couple guys (stamped by older society 'morally wrong'), but honestly felt so free. It's easy to take things for granted until you're introduced to something you've always been taught is wrong. Then you might realize that it actually isn't so wrong, but very very right. Society in a sense is a moralist cliche, ever judging. I'm just trying to not be as afraid anymore.

I did a lot of growing in Savannah, but now that I moved back to Kentucky I've been conflicted. Several great things have happened since I've moved back that I can be really grateful for. I've been able to become more immersed in my photography, and more importantly I've grown closer to some of my older friends. It's been a horrible transition though. I moved from living with people my age and seeing them everyday to moving back with my family and seeing my friends maybe a couple times a week if I'm lucky. The lack of social interaction compared to Savannah isn't something I want to get use to. Over a year has passed since I've been back, and I still get depressed over this. I don't think a lot of my friends understand the feeling all that well. Many of them have such a huge network of friends on top of having a partner in their lives. It's not their fault at all, many of them have been so supportive and amazing, and I hate to intrude when I do. It's good that I am able to enjoy my own company for as long as I can, but I still crave social interaction on a daily basis.

If there was one thing Savannah taught me was that I can also change this. I have a perspective job offer coming up in August hopefully that will allow me to make enough money to get my own apartment, but even then...I've found myself asking how many people would actually come to visit me? I'm afraid I'd be even lonelier. So do I go out and find myself a man? Hell no. I'd rather just take the risk, and see what happens. I would rather be homeless right now than stay another day in this house, but that's an insult to homeless people.

Don't worry, most of my blogs won't be incessant ranting about my life. It'll be a mix of several different medias ranging from movie reviews to recipes to my opinion on alternative energy and how to make it happen.