My Quiet Introspective:
I am Joseph Zachary Keeling. I am 5 foot 7 inches in height. I weigh approximately 18 stone. I wear my shirts in extra large or double extra large and my shoes in size 13. I have long brown hair which curls feebly upward against gravity.
I am a son to Tony Keeling and Carla Cimino, who left her husband when I was very young.
I am Logic, an internet presence that came into existence four or five years ago. I rant endlessly on any subject that comes to my mind with the intention to entertain, which I do with no apparent need for either praise or payment.
I am a writer. I harbor my very own personal universe within my imagination, where great events occur every minute of every day. I have a horde of characters acting independently and simultaneously throughout this universe, each embarking on their own tales and personal conflicts. Some of these I write about, although I find with some frustration that my words cannot do justice to the scenes I picture.
I am a nihilist, ostracized and jeered by the church because I have had the gall to look around at a fundamentally chaotic universe and decide for myself that there can be no guiding intelligence behind it.
I am a consumer, part of the system of capitalism. To the corporations that control our lives, I am nothing but a huge mouth wearing designer jeans, just one of billions, to be cajoled or threatened with advertising into giving my money to people who already have too much. Although I vocally consider this a despicable state of affairs, I buy their loveless food and wear their manufactured garments. I am simultaneously antagonist and component.
I am an American, born and bred in the state of Texas. I am representative of a North American nation which has been slowly easing the baton of imperialism from Britain's weakening grasp and is installing itself in every major event in the world.
I am Caucasian, a member of the group of people who once believed firmly that we were God's chosen people and are now consequently the only people who aren't allowed to be racist.
I am male, a representative of the gender that kept the other one downtrodden for centuries, and are now paying for this with regular smugly-toned newspaper articles explaining how men are obsolete and responsible for all human suffering. If the media is to be believed, I am immature, unhygienic, addicted to canned beer and obsessed with football.
I am a human being, a member of the species that beat everyone else in the race for higher intelligence and opposable thumbs, and which as such has acquired some misguided sense of duty towards our planet, but which has also been gradually self-destructing ever since it evolved free will.
I am life, a spark of consciousness sealed inside a pile of elements blended into organic material and strung together into a bafflingly complicated machine sculpted into perfection by evolution. By simply existing I am proof of both the possibility of such a bizarre creation in an otherwise directionless universe and its compromising unlikelihood.
I am bored of this now.
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